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I want this grant so badly. I want to move to Paris and be able to try this relationship in a not-long-distance cross-country fashion. There are other grants, but everything else takes so much longer and leaves me in limbo that much longer. You've all picked up by now how much I hate waiting on someone else to let me know something important!
There are things that I should really be doing. I have more grant applications to write, I have an article to write for the judge programme, and I need to study for my level three test. I need to do things to plan for travel; like get to a doctor to get Malarone for Malaysia. I need to think of a valentine's day present for Daniel and a Christmas present for my dad (I got a refund on his last week after it failed to be delivered). I need to be working more on my French. I need to look for other PhD positions in case none of these grants come through. I need to work out if I have any other marketable skills which would allow me to emigrate.
Moving into my own place has helped; I've got things done in the evenings this week. This weekend, though, I just seem to have hit some kind of decision paralysis, where there are too many things and I don't know where to start. Oh, and my freaking nematode liquid culture is inexplicably contaminated again, which is awkward as a collaborator had requested a clear culture to play with for Tuesday.
Ugh.
There are things that I should really be doing. I have more grant applications to write, I have an article to write for the judge programme, and I need to study for my level three test. I need to do things to plan for travel; like get to a doctor to get Malarone for Malaysia. I need to think of a valentine's day present for Daniel and a Christmas present for my dad (I got a refund on his last week after it failed to be delivered). I need to be working more on my French. I need to look for other PhD positions in case none of these grants come through. I need to work out if I have any other marketable skills which would allow me to emigrate.
Moving into my own place has helped; I've got things done in the evenings this week. This weekend, though, I just seem to have hit some kind of decision paralysis, where there are too many things and I don't know where to start. Oh, and my freaking nematode liquid culture is inexplicably contaminated again, which is awkward as a collaborator had requested a clear culture to play with for Tuesday.
Ugh.