Payback

Things were sailing a bit too smoothly there. I had 6 weeks of 1 experiment left to run and was going to be home for the majority of the summer (a first for me). Met and got the a-ok from most of my committee members (I only met with 4 of 5). That unfinished experiment already has some exciting data that is the first of its kind. And now, completely due to crap beyond my, or anyones', control- I might not be able to finish the experiment. There is a chance it could be completed, but it is going to be pushed back later in the summer and if it doesn't happen I am screwed. Now I have to come up with something else.
The loss of cool data sucks. The fact that I have to come up with a replacement chapter sucks even more. It isn't going to gel very well with the rest of what I have done and won't be nearly as cool. Uhhhh, yeah, then there is the whole issue of coming up with an idea, experimental design and getting it executed.
I had gotten to the point where I was done and convinced that I would not start anything else. Of course, I start talking about postdocs, started to answer the 'when will you finish' questions with a little bit of confidence.

Damn.


Not a good day. At least Deadliest Catch is on...

Quick update

• It is 11 pm, I have 15 assignments to grade. A lecture to finish and class in 9 hours.
• All I want to do is sleep. (A quick blog entry is my way of getting my mind working again after reading 10 paper summaries and almost falling asleep)
• Miss kitty-pants is keeping me company. She enjoys grading because she likes chewing on pens.
• My grant is still going slowly. I made a graph today. And a budget. It will be my only focus all weekend.
• Oh, wait- I have to present a poster on Saturday at Grad Open House. At least that is only 3 hours.
• Oh, wait- we have a prospective coming to visit so I also have to do beer/dinner at least 1, if not 2 nights this weekend.
• I am so screwed.
• *sigh*
• Is it wrong to drink coffee at 11pm?

UPDATE: I didn't finish grading and the lecture was fine. Somehow, coffee was also avoided.

Help me scrape the mucus off my brain

I have been plugging along at the grant proposal as best as possible. It is not going well. Currently, I'm in the "Is it even really worth it, because I will not get funded anyways so why bother" stage. Talk about a foul mood.
Officially, I have 13 pages written. There is an 8 page limit though so the page revisions will continue and as I finish sections they will go in the InaDWriMo page count. It goes to my advisor tomorrow as my progress on it has come to a standstill.
I'm just really freaked out by the fact that it is supposed to go somewhere important. It is keeping me from focusing on my project while I try to write something I think they might want. Crapshoot really. Boo. Hiss. Whining. Done.

In other news....there is no other news. We haven't heard back about the big paper yet.

Back to work. Or sleep. I'll be back after an attitude adjustment...or when I finally upload a bunch of pet pictures...