Apr 02, 2008 21:25
I'm fairly sure I have TB.
Which, really, will only be okay if Ewan McGregor comes and sings to me and I die in his arms.
Okay maybe not TB but something wickedly unpleasant. Boooooo sickness.
In other news, today I heard via Evan that Donald (PI) is unhappy with the fact I am spending so much of my allotted time doing research, and not being around enough to be his office bitch whenever he needs me to book his hotel reservations or write his ppt.
This is why I need my doctorate. So I can pay someone to make my photocopies for me.