Time-point experiments are truly awful things that we do to ourselves in the name of science, but they're even more ghastly, I've discovered, when the scientist happens to live an hour's bus ride away from her lab.
It's far too early in the week for me to feel this tired.
Though to be fair, it could've been much worse -- if it weren't from Anita I might've had to crash overnight in the student's lounge in the library basement. (Better option, still, than the couches in the lobby area, given how our lobby area's all glass and there are all these lights that I'm pretty sure can't be turned off.)
...if this experiment doesn't work I'm going to be so incredibly frustrated.
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