I need to stop shopping at 99 Ranch early in the morning. I've ran into too many Chinese PIs there, during that time, including the two from my committee. Also I wonder why people looked surprised to see me with groceries and ask me if I'm cooking for myself. I mean you could ask someone to pick up a few things for you at the store, sure, but for the comprehensive week's worth of food items I usually fill my cart with -- usually the person who cooks does that kind of shopping, don't they? Since they're the one who knows what they need and could change their planned recipe because...oh I don't know, the spinach looked iffy. Possibly I don't seem the time who can cook. To be fair I know a fair number of female classmates who can't.

I don't even know.

Didn't see repairman for incubator on Tuesday. Stepped into room one Wednesday to find alarm going off and CO2 level at zero (v. bad news). Felt like I went around crying about the incubator to everybody on Wednesday (seriously I just need this one thing to work out to get my manuscript done) as we tried to figure out whether the repairman actually came or  not and what's wrong with the incubator. Ended up needing to order a new CO2 tank, which came yesterday. Hopefully everything will equilibrate over the weekend and no fresh alarms will be going off on Monday and I can finally start that set of experiments. Again. Because troubleshooting is hell and this is a week long experiment. (Which yes, makes equipment failure that much more frustrating.)

Yvette likes knives. I wonder if people are keeping track of my internet history somewhere and if all people who attempt to write detective stories are marked somewhere as potential terrorists because of the sort of things we google.