It's Maaay

Went into lab both days this weekends (heh, again, yes) and was sharply reminded today of the inconvenience of working in lab on the weekend when there's no one else there: when you run out of snap-top tubes there's no one around to ask if they have a personal stash somewhere I can borrow until the new shipment comes in. Oh dear. With luck I'll get something useful with the ones that I did do though now I'll require a success rate of 33% as opposed to 20% and the T4 DNA ligase hates me. Yes it does.

Food adventure continues! I took some photos with my cellphone but will not upload them until my new comp comes in. (Had to clear Daemon AGAIN today because the new version of Ubuntu came out and I foolishly chose to upgrade it before reading all the fine prints and crashed the OS irreversibly.) I was feeling quite reckless (or possibly apathetic at that point, it's getting hard to tell) while grocery shopping and so got a cherimoya. It is bizarre and to me tastes like a cross between mango, banana, and persimmon (mostly mango though). It's also not entirely ripe and so I will endeavor to leave it at room temp and hope mold doesn't get to it before it ripens. Or maybe I can shut it in a tupperware with an apple. The tiny fuji apples that I like are gone and so I have instead what claims to be "jazz apples". It sadly does not play Benny Goodman. But did originate in New Zealand, apparently.

Soup: have discovered that orzo is apparently a type of pasta. Which I initially mistook for some kind of melon seeds (my floristics professor would be so ashamed...but in my defense I was looking at it through murky depth of soup). Chicken-orzo soup, oddly enough, tastes exactly like the turkey-artichoke sandwich I had last Monday, despite of the fact that a) it contains no turkey and b) it is not a sandwich. Must be the artichoke then -- there was a lot of it. And some green leafy thing that I correctly identified as spinach (I managed to refrain from looking at the ingredients until after I ate the soup and vaguely feels like I deserve a medal for that). Pretty good though, for all its oddness.

Had a disagreement with parents about whether or not I should navigate public transportation in downtown at 10pm. I flatly refused to have them drive down here just to pick me up from the airport (it's ridiculous, what are they thinking?) and am currently considering taxi (oy) as an absolute last resort if I cannot persuade parents to back off. For the large parts I think we are on good terms with regards for their over-protective tendencies (see: Greece), then occasionally something like this would come up and oh, parents, you mean well, I know you do, but &c. We know how that song and dance goes.

Whoa weekend's over and I still need to vacuum.