What is fucking wrong with the fucking brains of whichever moronic bastard it is in my year who's taken Reaching for the Sun out of our college library? There's only one copy, so obviously when our supervisor sets EVERY CATZ FIRST YEAR PHYSIOLOGIST the task of reading two chapters of it (and preparing a presentation on said two chapters), we're all going to need to look at it. And not all of are are necessarily going to be able to get into the Plant Sciences library to read one of the copies they keep there, because oddly enough, the Plant Sciences library keeps normal office hours, which happen to coincide with the times of our increasingly frequent practicals. Therefore, would it not be logical to leave the book in the college library so everyone can use it, rather than sneaking off with it? Evidently not. I've sent out a nice, polite e-mail to them all, but I suspect this may end up with me having to give up my essential coffee break in order to do Research
On a more positive note, I'm planning to spend this afternoon packing condoms for lbgt, which should be fun. I've also found chocolate medals for sale in Sainsbury's, reduced to clear, 20p each. Yum! The fact that they say "Chelsea" and "West Ham United" on them does not comrpomise the choklitiness of them.
Drosophila update: numbers now 2. One male died of cause unknown *sad music* One female appeared to commit suicide in the golden syrup *annoyed music* I'd just spent, like, a quarter of an hour fishing her out of there, dumped her on the side, and as soon as she'd dried off, she trudled straight back into the syrup. I thought, "Maybe she knows what she's doing; let's leave her to it." But no, next morning, she was all drownded. Note to self: Drosophila do not make the best of pets.
On a more positive note, I'm planning to spend this afternoon packing condoms for lbgt, which should be fun. I've also found chocolate medals for sale in Sainsbury's, reduced to clear, 20p each. Yum! The fact that they say "Chelsea" and "West Ham United" on them does not comrpomise the choklitiness of them.
Drosophila update: numbers now 2. One male died of cause unknown *sad music* One female appeared to commit suicide in the golden syrup *annoyed music* I'd just spent, like, a quarter of an hour fishing her out of there, dumped her on the side, and as soon as she'd dried off, she trudled straight back into the syrup. I thought, "Maybe she knows what she's doing; let's leave her to it." But no, next morning, she was all drownded. Note to self: Drosophila do not make the best of pets.