I told myself this research stuff would be straightforward. Just weigh the powder add the bacteriostatic water and take notes. Well my scale apparently hates me and decided that zero is a fluid concept rather than a fixed point. Every time I breathed near the desk the numbers drifted into the stratosphere like my subject was trying to launch a space program. Cut to me holding my breath hunched over a tiny tray like a weird Gollum guarding his precious ring while my spouse walks by giving me that classic look of profound concern. You know the look. The one that says maybe you should have picked up stamp collecting instead of molecular tinkering in the kitchen. Anyway I survived and the vial is mixed but my dignity is permanently damaged. If anyone needs me I will be staring at a spreadsheet questioning every life choice that led to me measuring microgram quantities at two in the morning.