Pointless update

[bronwynrh]

Yes, I'm still alive. I'm working my ass off (literally, my ass and backside in general are sore) in the lab all day, every day.

It's 3:45pm. I've been here since 8am. The only reason I'm going back to the house is the fact that I'm suffering a bit of hypoglycemia.

Time to eat.

Have no fear, the computer is coming with me. Can't stop working.

In other news, I haven't seen my boy in what seems like ages and I have no idea when I'll get to go home to see him and my kitties and Rozsda and . . . again.

In yet other news, I applied to a law firm in Chicago on Friday. Cross fingers they don't drag their feet.

I have an interview at UIowa next week for a postdoc position. I get to give a seminar. Maybe I should work on that presentation, huh? Shit.

I have another interview at UWisconsin in the following week. I assume I'll get to give another seminar there. Good thing I'll have the presentation finished already.

Er.

So I'm off to find food and work on this presentation.

Comments

[kendokamel.livejournal.com]

Good luck!

*crosses fingers*

Psst. I still have your fudge in my fridge. I haven't touched it since you were here... though I'm not sure how long fudge keeps in a fridge before it gets stale. Anyways... let me know if you'd like a sanity break sometime.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

I hope both research and job search go great.

How much longer will you be doing this research?

[bramey.livejournal.com]

Not much longer, I hope.

I have sort of scrapped a set of stuff I was pursuing because I got some results that suggested that other stuff wouldn't be all that interesting.

There's one other experiment I'd like to do. It's reasonably simple, probably won't tell me anything, but my committee would like to see it.

Gotta keep the committee happy, you know.

[boreal.livejournal.com]

Go girl go!!

[bramey.livejournal.com]

8am Sunday. Goinggoinggoing.

[curlicue.livejournal.com]

Busy, busy. But we differ, you see: I've never forgotten to eat!

[bramey.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't forget. At least, not anymore I don't forget. I used to.

Now I just put it off and put it off and put it off until I'm absolutely woozy. Then I can't comprehend my world enough to cook any of the wonderful things I bought to cook. So I order a sandwich delivered.

Baaaaad me.

I also put off peeing.

Very bad.