I just realized that I left my iPod at work, plugged in and charging on one of the lab benches. I hope no one steals it. It's times like this that I'm glad I only work with about seven other people. But still, I'll be really irate if it disappears.

Speaking of the lab, sometimes I'm there on the evening that the floor guys come in and do the cleaning for the week. Once, one of the guys bumped into a table with the floor buffer, causing a bottle of media (it was something really innocuous - just a buffer with a wetting agent added) to fall in the floor. Now, those Pyrex bottles are tough - you have to be very determined (or creative) to break one. So it just hit the ground and rolled, no harm done. But the look on the guy's face was hilarious - it was this slow-motion look of horror as the bottle made its jump over the edge, and then turned into an unmistakable intent to bolt from the scene.

Even if we did have the capacity to cultivate bioterrorism agents in our lab, I'm fairly sure we would not allow them to teeter precariously on the edge of a wobbly table.

And then, there was the janitor at my school who refused to empty the garbage in the microbiology prep lab because he was convinced he'd contract HIV. Right. If that was possible, you wouldn't see me spending as much time in that lab as I did.

And I still miss my kitty. I can't decide if adopting a new one would make me feel better or not. And I still have the plague. That is all.