Bleh.

Busy and tired, I am. Phoning and researching and emailing to and for STE, then running to keep up with my real job. I still have a 96-well plate to treat and a third DLR assay to run. Bleh. (Not bad "bleh." Just tired "bleh.")

What would you do

if this worked out really, really well?

1) Emerge from debt.
2) Dress better, so you can impress more monkeys into giving you more gasoline cans. Then...
3) Buy curtains and shit. Hell, buy a house.
4) Finally, finally, finally, after too many years of waiting, build a car that goes, turns, and stops faster than you can react. Yet.

This daydream brought to you by the letter Sheer Exhaustion. There's a lot more, but it's 9:45pm, and I haven't left the lab.