Hump Day Conquered
Nov. 18th, 2009 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aseI'm getting back in touch with my ex-boss the college professor, in that way you do when you're deeply divided about applying to grad school for Fall 2010 (application deadlines Dec 1st for the most competitive programs) versus slipping your application a year to better prepare. I think there's a lot of mutual liking and respect between us, but we're both terrible correspondents. It gives me a better grasp of the Christmas card thing: gestures of continuity, because you blink and three months have gone by. It's reassuring to swap emails with people who are happy to hear from you, because this hasn't been a great week.
Monday's flu vaccine was followed with Tuesday's sore throat and Wednesday's stuffy nose. The weather's been nice, and no crises have landed in my vicinity, but I've just been wiped out. I killed a minor but highly irritating work thing which we shall never discuss again, except maybe in terms of setting things on fire and salting the earth where the ashes fall, but now I have more time for other projects. I also went out to a farewell lunch, which was an excellent break. Class is rolling along: we're cytogenetics techniques applied to the head in generous, class-filling blocks, with promises of linkage analysis and population genetics to follow. Other people are pre-emptively fussing over the population genetics stuff, so I probably ought to be worried. I have my old undergrad notes in a box somewhere, and have this delusion they'll be applicable, so I'm not worried yet.
My epic two-month book log is on hold until this weekend, or I throw in the towel and call in sick. I am really tempted, but I think this is more sleep deprivation than actual illness. Other people get SAD in the winter; apparently I get insomnia when the days get short. It would explain a few things about college.
Monday's flu vaccine was followed with Tuesday's sore throat and Wednesday's stuffy nose. The weather's been nice, and no crises have landed in my vicinity, but I've just been wiped out. I killed a minor but highly irritating work thing which we shall never discuss again, except maybe in terms of setting things on fire and salting the earth where the ashes fall, but now I have more time for other projects. I also went out to a farewell lunch, which was an excellent break. Class is rolling along: we're cytogenetics techniques applied to the head in generous, class-filling blocks, with promises of linkage analysis and population genetics to follow. Other people are pre-emptively fussing over the population genetics stuff, so I probably ought to be worried. I have my old undergrad notes in a box somewhere, and have this delusion they'll be applicable, so I'm not worried yet.
My epic two-month book log is on hold until this weekend, or I throw in the towel and call in sick. I am really tempted, but I think this is more sleep deprivation than actual illness. Other people get SAD in the winter; apparently I get insomnia when the days get short. It would explain a few things about college.
