Sitting at home. Reading articles on the internet. Reading a book on the history of the united states by Hugh Brogan (which is a really good book by the way). Drinking diet coke, eating plain white bread, and desperately wishing for my university department to suddenly cease to exist due to a temporal anomaly in the space time continuum so that I do not have to go back and do lab work.
Let me tell you something about lab work. It's not fun. Being a scientist is actually not fun at all. It's rewarding, it's not back-breaking, and it pays reasonably well, but it is not fun. Mixing reagents is not fun. Carting around lab materials is not fun. Filling in order forms is not fun. Tediously waiting for ethanol to evaporate from a tube is not fun. Sitting in on lab meetings is definitely not fun.
And it is doubly not fun on valentines day. Last year I had to work on valentines day. There's nothing more frustrating than walking to another dreary day in the lab, passing about 10 art-degree couples passionately kissing on the lawn of the great court. It's hard to maintain a positive image of valentines day when it seems that everyone else is having fun BUT YOU.
Ah well. At least I get to play around with dangerous acids and chloroform. I meant work with dangerous acids and chloroform.