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It was my birthday Sunday. 27. Feels weird, like the awkwardness from middle school but in the context of actual, real life. My lab submitted our first paper in my two years here. It got rejected. Which I expected. My labmate and I tried to talk our boss out of it until we did more work but he wasn't having it. We're gonna start working on warts soon, probably. I don't care about warts. But I have a pet snail and it had babies, and they're really adorable. So that's cool. I should go to grad school.