I just spent 30 minutes confusing myself with the past tense of the verb, "to spread". Why English WHY?

I have discovered madeleine cookies and they go well with earl grey, except we're in the middle of a "heat wave" (meaning 80s F where I am) so I'm mostly sticking with making a large pot of caffeine free ice tea and drinking it throughout the day, because I live on the top floor and there is no air conditioning and also - computers get hot when you use them for a long time.

Also discovered? Lentil snaps / Snapea crisps. They are as bad as Pockys in how addictive they are.

In the meantime I have to go and finish updating the accession IDs for my supplemental table #2. There are 97 species I have to go through across 4 different databases and a lot of the information got updated / merged so it is a tad painful to wade through. I am in the 70s, however. I WILL PREVAIL.

There are only so many scientifically acceptable ways to say "statistically significant" and "not statistically significant". Also: I think my committee disagrees with my PI on what the main focus of my paper should be on. WHY.

Has any one of my acquaintances ever found what they learned in high school geometry useful?

Trying to write for a Nature publication from scratch is painful. (And you know what? I don't think my manuscript will even make it because it's not a hot topic or, as some of my co-workers like to say "it's not sexy enough for Nature".) (I know right?)

As someone who likes to finish 24hrs before the actual deadline, the feeling of being perpetually late and in need of catching up is deeply unsettling. And exhausting.

In other news my brain decided to pipe "Oh My Darling Clementine" at me for over an hour this afternoon, for no reason I can discern. It was especially annoying since I don't actually know the lyrics but, since Annie introduced it to me during my undergrad years, I was well aware that it involves some lady dying and her lover pairing up with her sister. Which lead to a round of "why brain, WHY?" It's admittedly no worse than all those sailor songs about drowning but even so, WHY BRAIN?

And update to clarify:
I am more or less fine. Meaning that, after comparing notes with my classmates, we all realized that we are all more or less in the same boat of stressed and overworked. Which no doubt contributed to some of my dithering but the exact question is HOW MUCH.

But you know me, I'll keep soldiering on and keep you all updated on my progress whoo.

Warning: long unhappy post, but not that much existential ennui

Today I spent some time huddled in the restroom while waiting for the last 200mg of motrin to kick in. It's gotten worse recently. 600mg and I was still in enough pain that I could not effectively function in lab -- a lingering, unnecessary reminder that I've been going through one of the rougher patches in life. That and the fact that it was actually the wrong day for Shark Week, which would make the upcoming Peru trip -- yes the one that's I'd mentioned last year, with the tickets for everything ordered and paid for months ago-- very interesting. (I was considering canceling, last month, but my mother persuaded me not to. Since February this year she's taken a more "as few regrets as possible" approach to life, which she's trying to extend to me, whenever possible. With dubious results.) It's perhaps telling that I have had enough experiences to know what happened and how long it'll take my body to recover. Human bodies are complicated and full of regulatory mechanisms, most of which, thankfully, I do NOT have to know off of the top of my head. (Read: committee meetings. Ugh.)