How can you tell when you've spent too much time alone in the lab?

When this sounds like a clever idea:


"Hey! Get me! I'm a Klingon!"


I'm home now, preparing lunch. I get out of my usual schedule during exam week and either forget to eat until late, or wind up trying to figure out something "different." Usually my term-time lunch is yogurt-pieceoffruit-crackers or some variant thereof, and while it works during the semester when I'm busy, I do get tired of it. So I like to do different things for lunch when I am a little freed up from time constraints.

The problem is, I get tempted to do the fast-n-easy route. Today, driving to the bank, my taste buds were jumping up and down like excitable children and going "You know what would be good? One of those fried chicken sandwich things. And some curly fries. And maybe a shake!" And my stomach, gallbladder, and liver kind of look at each other and go "Uh...no."

Fortunately I remembered I had leftover "fat free" refried beans (I do not know how they can call them "refried" and "fat free" at the same time, but they're inexpensive, they're good, and they're convenient) and I could make some tortillas. And my stomach, gallbladder, and liver are happy with that, and my taste buds are reasonably happy. So the tortillas are "resting" right now, before I roll and cook them. (You don't really fry tortillas; you cook them on a hot griddle without oil. They do have a decent amount of fat in them but I use the "light tasting" olive oil so I figure it's not too bad for me).

I think one of the reasons I never married and had kids is that it's hard enough to get the different parts of my own body to agree on things some times.