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After a poorly thought-out and hastily cobbled-together presentation to my lab on the state of my research, my Tuesday night devolved into something having to do with beer, single-malt, and Jäger, and then skewering my housemate about whether the chick he is banging is really just a fuck-buddy or not.
It's now 6:30am, and I have a deep, penetrating headache, and I have to stand up in front of my section and fess up that what I told then last week was false, and that at highly basic pH, guanine really is charged. First of all, I hate admitting I'm wrong. Second, I hate admitting I'm wrong in front of a bunch of people. Third, I really, really hate admitting I'm wrong in front of a bunch of people who will be writing my evaluations.
Yay Wednesday.
It's now 6:30am, and I have a deep, penetrating headache, and I have to stand up in front of my section and fess up that what I told then last week was false, and that at highly basic pH, guanine really is charged. First of all, I hate admitting I'm wrong. Second, I hate admitting I'm wrong in front of a bunch of people. Third, I really, really hate admitting I'm wrong in front of a bunch of people who will be writing my evaluations.
Yay Wednesday.