opabinia

I'm feeling stalled out. The Houston thing is faltering a bit, though there's more to be done, and I won't let the chance go. I'm still coming in to this lab every day, and doing tremendous amounts of really tedious monkey work on experiments I don't give a flying fuck about. It beats cutting animals up, but I still want out. Another three Western blots, another RT, another PCR, another tritiated Thymidine assay, another, another, another. I'm completely sick if it.

I've been nice to myself outside of work, meaning that I'm really testing the flexibility of my financial strategy (What financial strategy? Exactly.). See, I could be broke and crazy, or a little more broke and a lot less crazy. I choose the latter.

I have to push STE. I could try and persuade him to take a risk with the dietary supplement. Initial costs will be high, but he can absorb a complete loss on it without incident, and the potential payoff is big. Then there's the software, which is essentially a finished product waiting to be marketed.

Oop. DNA gel is ready to photograph. Going home after I take a couple of Polaroids.

ManRay tonight.