Status report: I’m in the home stretch of writing my grant. It will be finished by 8 AM, when I have to be at work again, in tip top mental condition for the meetings I’ll have to endure all morning. (What the heck happened to not doing anything substantive the day before a holiday weekend? At least I don’t have to operate or see patients.) Whether it will take an all nighter to do it I am not yet sure. Whatever the case, here is the perfect mood music for late night science and grant writing.
“We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death.”
Yeah, that about sums it up:
I’m going to crash so hard tonight…