I'm having one of those days. You know, the kind where you wish you had written your name on your brain with indelible marker so that if someone finds it they can return it to you. I've been turning off my timer without noticing so my reactions are incubating longer than they should, forgetting to add important reagents so that no matter how long the reaction incubates it's never going to work, spilling things, and generally making a mess of things. In the past, I've thrown in my towel and given up on days like this, convinced that even if by some miracle I made it through my experiments the results would be so screwed up I couldn't use them. But those days are over. I am A Woman On a Mission. I Must Graduate. I must not back down in the face of misplacing my brain. I must carry on. It just means I'll be in lab a little later than planned.
In knitting news, I have increased the length of my Red Scarf by 1 episode of Law and Order: Criminal Intent plus 1/3 of my light box time, plus the development time of two x-ray films (lab stuff). Those are British Imperial units, that's why they are so complicated. Don't argue with me. Who's the scientist here, anyway? For those of you who are more used to the metric system, that's half a skein of Knitpicks Swish Superwash.