Think of the melted face guy at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark

I write this in memory of the innumerable brain cells that were lost this morning when I opened the incubator, stuck my head in and was physically assaulted by a wave of incubated formaldehyde.
Afterwards, when I was done clawing at my face and writhing around in agony and could see properly, I went to check my email and found one waiting patiently, sent last night, from my boss. It said, more or less: I hope you know how dangerous it could be to open the incubator after formaldehyde has been sitting in there overnight. Maybe wear a mask and be careful.
My reply: No harm done! Liejrlkse jiej!?! Makin science now, face on fire. –Chnicken spotpie!
The dumbest part of this whole thing is that I kind of want to open it again to see if it was really that bad or if my eyes, nose and throat were just being pansy. I mean, I won’t, obviously.

Disclaimer: I didn’t send the reply. My boss came into the lab to see if I had heeded his warning and apparently my bloodshot eyes and tear-streaked face did all the answering. Additionally, the clawing and writhing is what I assume happened. I don't really remember what I did and there was no audience to corroborate. I mainly just remember running away with my face melting.

This is just my long-winded way of saying I'm tired

Let my still-packed bags from when I went home three weeks ago be your illustration for what is up, currently. Or I guess, what is not up (order).

I was definitely going to write about something, but clearly that’s not an option at this point. I’m kind of losing steam. I feel like I’ve been going and going for a month solid, which I know is stupid to say since that month has included a week away from work on vacation and a party in my (and Jeremy’s) honor. But to get to vacation and parties and parental resorts requires a lot of work and running around and hectic and torturous five hour rides in cars with no air. So by now I am just kind of stumbling around trying to sort out the extraordinary disaster that is my apartment.

(I feel like even mildly complaining about this is jinxing myself and warranting knowing, just-you-wait chuckles from real adults. Don’t worry, hypothetical knowing chucklers! I’m aware of the level of ridiculous displayed in my withering complaints. I'm just tired.) (And glad for Corbin/Arrested Development distractions)

ALSO- it was 104 today. In the shade. That's... gross. STOP IT.

That's all! Back to "cleaning!*"

*Loosely translated: picking good cleaning music then surfing the Internets lazily for wedding brainstorming while keeping an eye on Star Trek. Oh well.

We spent the drive home going mad in the heat and dancing in the seats

This is the first day in over a week that I’ve not been served a sit-down breakfast or been outside for the majority of the day. Instead, I’m expected to work? LAME.
I spent the past week visiting the following places:

• The parental resort, where I go to yoga in the mornings and have* a luxury black car to drive, instead of my own, and where there is wireless internet and my favorite bookstore within reach. All of this and more, located in a city I much prefer to the one I’m currently in.
• The Katy Trail, where thunderstorms sneak up and cause for long snack/water breaks in Clifton City, and where hotels are more awesome and bike gloves are necessary. Also involved: trains, bikes and small towns.
• The Magical Forest around Jeremy’s grandparents’ house. This included such amenities as a fake Jeep (a Mule, as it were, which is like a glorified ATV), bows and arrows, fishing, hiking and delicious foods. GALORE.

Anyway.
I made it to lunchtime today at work before checking back out, mentally. I think the lack of intention behind said checking out should be perfectly acceptable grounds for leaving early.

*I enjoy commandeering my mom’s car, which is by no means a Mom Car, and is quite awesome to drive

Registry

Hello.

Jeremy and I have been casually mentioning here and there some things that might be nice to have, since we're going to have a wedding and having a wedding means having the same residence eventually and sharing stuff. I don't mean to be greedy or materialistic by saying this, but that's what it is. Sorry! Anyway! There are some things I know I would certainly like to have and here is a list.

1. The world's most giant/awesome hammock

2. Real Pac Man (scary, huh?)

3. (self explanatory)

4. A wall mural? Is that 70s? 80s? I enjoy it.

5. THIS CAMERA. Sorry if it seems... morbid, or something.

Layer Cake

It is, of course, a recipe found here, but don't compare her photographs to mine. Get over the obvious green icing/booger comparisons, and it’s quite all right, I think.

P.S. The best part of an avocado is the seed.

Garden Update?

I forgot to mention! We ate the first produce from our garden, and I didn't even take a picture of it. Actually I don't even remember what we used it in. I know it also included peppers. And I do remember it being awesome.
And here is the "garden," and here is Jeremy, last Friday, on the phone. I am pretty sure he was telling someone about how he proposed the previous night.

Mostly Unrelated Bullet Points

• FUN FACT: It’s been almost two months since last we spoke, blog style. Whoops.
• Not that nothing noteworthy has happened. I ran a half marathon. I've had some good friends-in-town occasions. Lost ended. I was a wedding photographer. I went up to Kansas and had a grand old day, involving yoga and cigar boxes and Half Price Books and roommates with their young and Rachelles and being prematurely shuffled out of coffee places.
• Yes, I am on my blog at work. At my job (have I mentioned this before?) there comes a time when there really isn’t anything for me to do. I mean, I’ve set up my experiment(s) and in the incubation time I really have nothing to work on. I've already done the dishes and taken out the trash, biohazardly, and I'm left to my own devices, really, while the membrane sits in its primary antibody and the science/magic happens. So I've nothing to do but try to justify my inactivity online.
• In this downtime, I've been adding to my near impossible TO READ list. If you have a good book recommendation, please, please tell me. I like adding to this list.
• I am never really comfortable using the word gotten. It seems incorrect.