Went to my first music festival last weekend, shit's wild. It felt like a hot, dusty version of white-peoples' heaven, filled with unabashed hedonism, drugs, thumping music, and sunburns as far as the eye could see. I got my month's worth of dancing in without re-injurying my knee and found a few new artists I enjoyed, including a glitch / edm / house / weeaboo artist, here's a song reminiscent of Daft Punk: I also got 6x36 new mouse brain tissue samples last week for three more projects, which should round out my work schedule for the next year or so. Pretty much every major experiment I will be doing has now been planned. It should now just be a matter of a shitton of pipetting, coding, and learning a last few set of techniques like working with viruses and stem cells (Each of which could 1-2 months of training...). I can't decide if I'm happier now that the rest of my aims / PhD proposal are starting to be set in stone or sad that the wild brainstorming will be shut down for a while.