Eschaton
It turns out that the ethics form I submitted yesterday for the experiment I am *ahem* already running is an old version. It further turns out that the secretary of the ethics committee has no apparent sense of humour. As a final punchline, everyone in my lab seemed to know this except me. I told M that I had sent a "lighthearted email" in response to being told off about the form and was somewhat surprised by the terse reply I had received. M was not surprised, and looked slightly ashen when I mentioned the email.Ah well, you live and learn.
Everyone can smell everything in the bottles I give them. This is not going well. As a surprising bonus, if this is because my protocol is slightly more rigid that the last labmember to investigate these compounds, then I may have accidentally weakened her research.
Good thing she's away, I supppose.
It's my mate's birthday tomorrow. He'll be 22.
My god, I feel old.
Not in a serious way. Not really. But I am significantly closer to 30 than most of my friends. For fuck's sake, I'm moving in with a 19 year old in a month or two. One of my friends' girlfriend is PREGNANT.
I mean, really. It's too much.
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