I thought that today would be my last day at the fly lab, but since the sample size of one category was too small, I have to do it again. At the beginning of the experiment, I was kind of bummed out knowing it’d be my last day. That’d mean that I had to return my keys to the labs, and killing off my flies one last time. Until today, I never knew I could get so sentimental about lab work.
I felt great relief that I got to work with the flies for one more life cycle. I don’t really know if this is a good thing. It’s great to love what you do, but is it necessary to be attached to the level where you get bummed out on the last day? I kept thinking about it while on the bus home, but got carried away by the beauty of the evening sun and I fell asleep.
The little one has some teeth growing again. It aches so much, she can barely sleep. I figured out that she sleeps better if she sleeps next to me so I don’t really get to sleep that much. That’s okay, though. If she is happy, I’m happy too, even if it means that I have to consume a little bit more coffee than normal.
Oh, about coffee. I just recently found out that my fave brand of coffee is owned by an enterprise I really don’t like. I died a little. So now I have to find a coffee blend as good, or better. Merde.