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I spent the last week in the Bay Area, presenting posters, hanging out with family, getting sunburned, seeing Billy Bragg, and learning learning learning. Oh, and I think we ate some seafood in there somewhere.
Once or twice.
But since I got back last Tuesday, I haven't been able to fall asleep before 5:30 AM. Last night it was 6:30 AM. This is not quite as bad as things were in college, but it's still pretty miserable. Even if I get don't get up for work until 11, I've still only had 5 hours of sleep. With it, I've got my old friends "unreasonable food cravings," "crushing depression," "heart beating like a fucked clock," and "upset stomach." And it isn't like those hours between midnight and 6 AM are productive, either. Like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pants_of_doom so adroitly stated, "less sleep equals less anything, because less sleep takes more time while it shortens your life." I'm sick of it; I have too much stuff to do.
And with all the self-doubt, I wonder what the use is. Am I capable? Is it reasonable? Should I give up on the ideal of greatness in favor of what is comfortable? Or, to put it another way, should I accept what's reasonable over what is incredible?
But here we are again. I may have had this exact conversation before.
Once or twice.
Tomorrow is for lab meetings and extractions and attempts at manuscript scripting, but we have two brand-new summer students and all is chaos under the heavens. Or chaos under the bequests room, anyway. Tomorrow is also for purchasing yellow paint, which I hope I can do at the Coffman bookstore, but maybe not. Il Dolenzio is actually nearly done. And kind of horrifying, because now I have a GIANT PAINTING OF MICKY DOLENZ. It is Mya's, really, a long-ago-xmas-present, but she looks vaguely ill every time she sees it. It's ok, Mya, I can take a hint. You don't want to hang it over your bed. We'll just have to put it above the fireplace. Or maybe in the bathroom.
OK, GO! Things to do before Convergence:
- buy liquor
--> make up some sort of delicious layered drink extravaganza
- go to savers (scrubs, suit, bow tie)
--> buy bottle of single malt
--> maybe try to find fake bald head thingy. definitely find fake moustache.
- make jerky
--> get more soy sauce. stupid rainbow only has 10oz bottles of kikoman. srsly.
- um. finish some med school writing.
- submit reimbursement paperwork, because my credit card is nearly maxed out, 2/3 of which is on account of this work trip to SF.
- sew a sexy lab coat. who wants to go to the fabric store with me?
- get dry ice
- oh, you know, write a manuscript (based on everything my poster was on, plus introduction to the final experiment)
- find that birthday card i bought for my dad over a month ago!
As always, my favorite procrastination technique is to talk about all the crap I have to do instead of doing it. At least I'm predictable!
Wait. Is that good?
the hedge abides.
ETA: Look! PICTURES!
Once or twice.
But since I got back last Tuesday, I haven't been able to fall asleep before 5:30 AM. Last night it was 6:30 AM. This is not quite as bad as things were in college, but it's still pretty miserable. Even if I get don't get up for work until 11, I've still only had 5 hours of sleep. With it, I've got my old friends "unreasonable food cravings," "crushing depression," "heart beating like a fucked clock," and "upset stomach." And it isn't like those hours between midnight and 6 AM are productive, either. Like
pants_of_doom so adroitly stated, "less sleep equals less anything, because less sleep takes more time while it shortens your life." I'm sick of it; I have too much stuff to do.And with all the self-doubt, I wonder what the use is. Am I capable? Is it reasonable? Should I give up on the ideal of greatness in favor of what is comfortable? Or, to put it another way, should I accept what's reasonable over what is incredible?
But here we are again. I may have had this exact conversation before.
Once or twice.
Tomorrow is for lab meetings and extractions and attempts at manuscript scripting, but we have two brand-new summer students and all is chaos under the heavens. Or chaos under the bequests room, anyway. Tomorrow is also for purchasing yellow paint, which I hope I can do at the Coffman bookstore, but maybe not. Il Dolenzio is actually nearly done. And kind of horrifying, because now I have a GIANT PAINTING OF MICKY DOLENZ. It is Mya's, really, a long-ago-xmas-present, but she looks vaguely ill every time she sees it. It's ok, Mya, I can take a hint. You don't want to hang it over your bed. We'll just have to put it above the fireplace. Or maybe in the bathroom.
OK, GO! Things to do before Convergence:
- buy liquor
--> make up some sort of delicious layered drink extravaganza
- go to savers (scrubs, suit, bow tie)
--> buy bottle of single malt
--> maybe try to find fake bald head thingy. definitely find fake moustache.
- make jerky
--> get more soy sauce. stupid rainbow only has 10oz bottles of kikoman. srsly.
- um. finish some med school writing.
- submit reimbursement paperwork, because my credit card is nearly maxed out, 2/3 of which is on account of this work trip to SF.
- sew a sexy lab coat. who wants to go to the fabric store with me?
- get dry ice
- oh, you know, write a manuscript (based on everything my poster was on, plus introduction to the final experiment)
- find that birthday card i bought for my dad over a month ago!
As always, my favorite procrastination technique is to talk about all the crap I have to do instead of doing it. At least I'm predictable!
Wait. Is that good?
the hedge abides.
ETA: Look! PICTURES!
