Oy.
I'm home from work, I'm home from work, sweet Jesus God thank you, I AM HOME FROM WORK.
I. Have been meaning to write many entries, including a letter to santa, thoughts about fannish social mores, and many other FASCINATING I'M SURE topics of much awesomeness that I can't actually remember right now.
But then we got the Saint Crispin's Day speech at work, and when the pharmaceutical development chemical engineers are staying until 11pm and 1am to try and do stuff, it just seems churlish (and, uh, professionally stupid) to leave at 5pm. So I left today at 7:40pm and then I missed my bus (the next one comes an HOUR later), and then I had to call a friend to come and give me a ride home.
But please know, oh livejournal, that I spend all day running between my desk and the lab thinking, "OH GOD I NEED SOMETHING TO BRIGHTEN MY DAY. SOMETHING HAPPY AND GAY." So. You know. If anyone should feel inclined to want to put happy and gay things in my comments or my inbox, I'd love you FOREEEEEEEVER.
Okay, I kind of lied. I also spend a fair bit of time thinking, "You want WHAT now? Uhhhhhhhh," and "I don't think that data means that," and "I have no idea what you just told me but it sounds complicated and hard and like you want me to do it," and "something is WACKED with that injection."
But mostly I think about the gay.
I. Have been meaning to write many entries, including a letter to santa, thoughts about fannish social mores, and many other FASCINATING I'M SURE topics of much awesomeness that I can't actually remember right now.
But then we got the Saint Crispin's Day speech at work, and when the pharmaceutical development chemical engineers are staying until 11pm and 1am to try and do stuff, it just seems churlish (and, uh, professionally stupid) to leave at 5pm. So I left today at 7:40pm and then I missed my bus (the next one comes an HOUR later), and then I had to call a friend to come and give me a ride home.
But please know, oh livejournal, that I spend all day running between my desk and the lab thinking, "OH GOD I NEED SOMETHING TO BRIGHTEN MY DAY. SOMETHING HAPPY AND GAY." So. You know. If anyone should feel inclined to want to put happy and gay things in my comments or my inbox, I'd love you FOREEEEEEEVER.
Okay, I kind of lied. I also spend a fair bit of time thinking, "You want WHAT now? Uhhhhhhhh," and "I don't think that data means that," and "I have no idea what you just told me but it sounds complicated and hard and like you want me to do it," and "something is WACKED with that injection."
But mostly I think about the gay.