5:52PM. Friday. Hour ~60 this week so far; weekend will add another 15-20.
Eyes burning, losing abilty to type coherent sentences. Spelling gone…long gone. Thanks to spell checker to making me legible. Nausea. Can’t remeber when I had anything more substantial than coffee or cigarettes.
Thankfully Ill communication is blasting at 11, generates some energy. Toes are tapping, fingers are tapping as I slump lower in my chair. Face inches from keyboard.
Time for bed.
I love my job, but f**k me, it can be a bit knackering at times…
Um, I thought you’d stopped doing science?
Ha ha I nearly dragged up an old post from lab postdocing
Ian, I’ll gladly take over some of your work. I don’t have enough work. I’ve taken to baking bread from scratch (sans breadmaker) – that’s how bored I am.
She’ so bored she came to London.
Damn! That’s bored? Wish I had some leads Eva…have you tried asking Jenny?