- All the normal wit and wisdom of which I am possessed (that is to say, very little) is lost in a fog of exhaustion.
- But my horrid, horrid experiment finally worked.
- I think.
- Did I mention that I have a mild number dyslexia? Difficult when doing long series of calculations.
- My sweet spouse takes care of a lot of things for me so I don't get stressed. Heaven forbid I ever have to do them all myself.
- To wit: Internet at home! Oh, the joy.
- When offered the choice between:
- Presenting a failed experiment and being called 'technically incompetent'
- Not mentioning the failed experiment and being called 'unmotivated and nonproductive'
- Lying
- Screaming and throwing things
(Actual choice: Smoke and mirrors. 'Look at the pretty graph! With lines! Oooh, look here, a gel.' Thinking up serious spin for everything is... er... exhausting is one word for it.)
