Science Hunger

I've been all over itching for science the past couple days. I even went by the phage lab and put up with strange rap music in the hopes of taking the edge off. Hell, I even had a whole conversation with Betty just to give myself hope. It was that weird kind of not-quite-right conversation that I always seem to have with her, like our two social states/abilities are failing to interface correctly. It makes me feel like I'm missing a lot of information, though I know I'm mostly not. She's strange, I'm crazy; she seems to be fond of me, so I'll happily exploit it.

I eventually sent an e-mail to Andy requesting help in the general area of finding science to do:

Say Andy,

You got any annoying, tedious, simple, low-responsibility lab work for a girl looking to get some practice and self confidence back? I work for free. Or you could pay me in reading assignments--either way.

I think it's cute and full of my personality, but we shall see what Andy's response will be.

And on Thursday, before spending about twenty minutes in ceramics, I went to Paula and asked for a bandaid, if she had one, and she responded "What did you do to yourself?" with that exasperated "not again" kind of tone. I ripped my cuticle in pottery on Wednesday and got some pretty blood-brown colors on a couple of my pieces, not that she needed to know that part. I really am incoherently fond of her. It's weird.