Well, that was entertaining

I have submitted the slides for my Exam of Doom today, which have undergone five different revisions since last week. About a few hours after that I realized this was going to be very different from last week in the sense that, aside from the fact that I don't have to present, the committee is also no longer obligated to pass judgment within 90 minutes. Then Wendy pointed out to me that, if the committee wants to, this thing can be delayed indefinitely because it's an email and there's no reason why PIs can't just email me back continuously to ask me more questions and request more tweaks. After another half an hour of shared flailing and metaphorical nail biting (we work in lab; there are gloves) -- since Wendy's waiting for our PI's revision of her manuscript and the first revision is always brutal -- we concluded that it's unlikely for us to hear back from anyone before Monday and instead of anticipating revisions and soul-destroying comments we'd rather anticipate a baby: one of our post-doc's wife is due to have a baby this week. The baby hasn't happened yet and the week is almost over. We asked him to send us an email if the baby is born this weekend. See? Much better than revisions.

Which means that there is no veggie ramen to night (though I discovered that my teeth have become sensitive to cold, which is mildly depressing -- I suppose my days of ice cube chomping are over), and rather than dealing with this as yet another week with the Exam of Doom hanging over me -- you know what? Enough. If I don't pass I'm not going to deal with it before winter quarter. Fall quarter from here on out will be busy enough as is. I have loads of stuff I still want to do and so I'm drawing a conclusion to this thing tonight and moving on with my life. I should go out tomorrow. I have an odd craving for chicken nuggets. (Yeah, I know. Isn't that gross?)

Going to clean up the kitchen, listen to some music, and turn in early. Weather forecast is most promising.