I was supposed to attend an autopsy today, but nobody died, apparently. I was actually quite happy about this, because I spent the better part of last night feeling guilty about waiting for somebody to die. Of course, then Pretty Pretty Man Meat (work colleague) came in, who was to attend as well, ranting about the indecency of people not to die when they're expected to. Going to Hell or not, I thought it was funny. Anyway, I ended up at work at 8:30, which in research terms, is equivalent to about 5:00 am office time. There was NOBODY here... So I drank coffee until my heart hurt, and fell asleep a bunch of times. Oh, and I did actually get some of my work done, too. Don't you judge me! However, there is now a 4 hour incubation step I'm waiting on. So... nothing to do for a bit. I will offer advice on sleeping in your office. Don't fall asleep on the office chairs that swivel and rock back. Somebody slammed a door one office over, and I just about did a somersault and sprained something. My dignity, definitely. Also, don't sleep on your sweater, because it's very hard to pretend you were doing something productive when your boss walks in, and you have a corregated cardboard texture to your forehead.
In other news, it was my birthday recently. Muchos gracias to those who have provided me with offerings and sacrifices. (Thanks for the coffee, Clark!) Seriously, everybody was so lovely, and Mum made dinner, and I got a leeetle bit tipsy. Apparently after 3 glasses of wine, I think I'm a ballerina. According to Bne, whom we all know is completely unreliable and not to be trusted on such matters.
For those of you who have not yet celebrated the joyous event that is me, FEAR NOT! You have ways of contacting me... I will let you know what I want, or if you don't want to shop, money is the gift that keeps on giving... Also, I apparently likes the booze.