inquiry and bloodlust

Boyfriend's asleep. Dogs are asleep. Snake is asleep.

Why can't I sleep?

I had been hoping to have a good weekend, maybe hit the markets, both farmer's and flea, and take a trip to the dog park, but these things cannot happen now because:

a) Jaime has to work.
b) I am sick as... well, I was going to say sick as a dog, but my pooches have far better health track records than I do, so. I guess I'm sick as a me.

My cough-addled brain has decided that Shamrock Shakes are the only salve for these burns, so Jaime's en route to McD's as I type this. Remind me to hug him when he gets back. He's far more understanding of my whims than he has to be.

And now I feel both mean and sick. Bleh.

dorkandthediva almost makes me want to watch Glee again. Ayayay.

I swear I will post something more interesting than Glee whining soon. Maybe. If I can pull myself away from P3P.

I'm stuck in my code for work. I can't figure it out. Neither can my advisor.

My step-sister is out of detox and living with her mom until a bed opens up in rehab. Her mom who told her if she breaks any of the rules now she'll have her dog put down. Supportive, no?

My mom has been on pain pills to cope with a degenerative disorder for years. Turns out she doesn't have that disorder after all - MRI revealed she has spinal stenosis, bad enough that it's pressing on her actual spinal cord and causing her nerve problems. She needs surgery to widen her spinal column and they'll have to fuse some vertebrae.

Ugh.

But! Upsides! Stuck on code means no work for the moment; so far, Hannah's going along with the plan to get her into rehab; after the surgery, my mom should be able to come off the pain pills and start regaining normal use of her hands again. Plus, the support on here and the response to my artsy junk picked me up, and I got The Nicest Comment Ever™ on one of my P4 fics from a writer I really respect. And my short haircut turned out awesome - pics later. And playing Catherine is super ridiculously fun. So... silver linings? Yay?

Haha, I am so tired. Maybe lunch will wake me.

Spoilers for Glee Season 3

Aaaaand I'm out. I'll still be part of fandom, but after the downhill slide in Season 2? The proclamation that there will be fewer musical numbers? And now this bullshit? Fuck that.

Glee was never a great show - too inconsistent for that - but it did have an awful lot of potential. Shame it never got more than one season.

With one small exception (Sam/Mercedes is flawless), TLo expressed everything I felt about the Glee finale. Seriously, go rewatch last season's finale. This one was a complete disappointment. Bleh.

Bad experiment results? Blown quiz? Bout of depression? All three in one day goddamn I hate my lot sometimes? I have the cure for you and your loved ones.

Sweet Uncertainty
4 oz. French Vanilla Kahlua
4 oz. vodka (Stoli preferred)
4 oz. milk
5 scoops vanilla ice cream
8 ice cubes
Blend it up until smooth, pour into two Pilsners for class, and share the bliss with your bff. Optional: Serve with giant pan of nachos and rainbow sprinkle sugar cookies.

Now to enjoy Simpsons and way-better-than-last-season American Idol. Oh, and Jaime got me potted tulips the other day! And they're blooming! If only work/school was as awesome as my home life.

I was just informed (via e-mail at 4pm on a Friday, the jerks) that I'm a TA this term. This in addition to the course where I have to follow a doctor around for half a day once a week and write biweekly reports and an 8-10 page final paper and the course taught by my co-advisor that has ten homeworks that are ungraded but will be answered on the board by random people in class, three exams, and a quiz every week that there's not an exam. Oh, and my normal research work in the lab, of course. And this is the term I have to do my qualifier, which consists of a 15-20 minute prequalifier presentation followed by questions on both my research and general topics, an 8-10 page paper, and another 15-20 minute presentation followed by even more questions.

And my advisor's on me about these results that I'm working as fast as is scientifically possible on. It's not my fault that it didn't work the first time - his golden boy did the transfection that crapped out, not me, and the solution that failed? Is in the same line as all the ones that work. It's just older. Which I had no way of knowing, as all of this was stocked before I got here and nobody said a thing about it when I was discussing my project. They didn't know it was too old, either. So... how could I have humanly known?!

Ugh. Science. What a load.

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Because people are stupid.

On that note, this blog post makes me sad too. Not as much as the comments infuriate me, though. Fucking conspiracy theorists and pseudoscientists. They are the WORST sort of people.

Anyway! Operation VayCay is a go - pretty much everything's been taken care of:
- Got time off work
- Set up boarding for the Benny
- Booked hotel
- Ordered swimsuit and board shorts
- Purchased tickets (annual passes, OMG, life is great)

So when I'm incommunicado week after next? Don't worry about me - I'll be Disneying it up a notch.

And possibly swimming with sharks. Eeeee.

Side note: There was a wee jumping spider on my desk at work today. I think he was an Anasaitis canosa. D'aww.