All-nighters are really not much good

Well kids, I tried. I stayed up from 11PM-6AM grading lab reports, and was so very satisfied with myself when 6AM came around. I had them all finished, with 2 hours left to sleep until I needed to get back up and catch the bus and head into work. Doing this would get me at lab at 9:00 and I’d be ready to start cultures for a squid experiment. The experiment would be all set by around 2PM, and with the boss out of town I could feel completely ok with just going home early and finishing my recovery. I curled up into bed, thought warm thoughts, and went to sleep.’

I woke up of my own volition some time later. I was relieved at first to realize that my living space was not covered in tarantulas, like I had been dreaming. Yay! Wait, it was 10:30AM. . . .Squid hatch at noon and I won’t be able to get into work until 11AM at best. . . crap crap crap.

I called in and gave up my rights to squid for the day—which was good because someone else could use some of them, but we had a big burst (of course) so I would have had enough animals to set up several experiments. Crap. And my lab reports wouldn’t even be turned in quite as early as I had envisioned.

But oh well. I’m really tired, and have been getting increasingly cranky from continual lack of sleep that usually really my fault. CRANKY TIRED SLEEPY.

I had a pretty nice weekend though. Farmer’s Market was lovely. Got to go shopping down State street with Sarah. Went and saw Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy—which was wonderful, and had delicious Chinese food with Andy and Sharon. I also spent a nice evening with the Andy, and slept in until near 2PM on Sunday. The only problem was that I was continually overbooked and ended up being late a lot, which always stresses me out. A LOT.

Well, I don’t have any homework and in theory after I go to this poster session (undergrad poster session) I can be retired to my own recognizance until tomorrow, when it will be BUSY BUSY BUSY. AGAIN!