Friday, December 16, 2005
Ugh, I am sick. And very mad about it. After a two month slump in the research arena, things are finally picking up, so I've been working long hours trying to get as much done as possible before the holidays or the experiments stop working, whichever comes first. I didn't call in sick today because I have a series of experiments planned for today and tomorrow and I don't want to get behind. Plus, we're having a happy hour and a lab nerd outing to the Hong Kong (my favorite bar ever), which I have been looking forward to all week long and I helped to organize. But now I just feel awful so I don't think I'll even be able to go. Additionally, I have a soccer game tomorrow night that I can't miss because the team would have to play shorthanded, and I'm hosting MJ's birthday party on Sunday. Why can't I get sick when I have nothing to do and I can lie around in bed watching The Sound of Music, eating chicken noodle soup? Sorry to make this post all pity-party-for-Eileen, but I feel like someone hit me in the sinuses with a 2 by 4 and I'm not happy about it at all.