These fucking rats are driving me bonkers. They need to be run every single fucking day and what I want is a 16 hour coma. They're mean, they're nasty, the results are questionable, and they're ruining my 'vacation' days. ie, those days when my advisor is out of town doing sciency crap. We've been having POOT days (Paul Out Of Town) since friday and till thursday. My rats don't finish running until thursday so it just so happens that I lose every single POOT day. Feh.
It could always be worse I guess.
My mom and grandmother are flying in tommorrow morning too. That certainly means I'll be getting even less sleep this week and I already at times feel like I just want to curl up in my trunk and just hide and nap.