Une seule vie...

Friday night, back to the lab after the pub.
Falling asleep on my keyboard, but feel the urge to finish those stupid hypocotyl measurements. As if it couldn't wait for 48 hours. As if any interesting results could come out of this experiment.
Really need to take some time off, feel exhausted. But no. Tomorrow, meeting in Newcastle. Genetics society. Sunday, meeting here in Edinburgh. Arabidopsis uk thingy. Monday, a new week. PCR that won't work, seedlings that won't grow without fungus, stupid taiwanese phD student that won't stop asking stupid questions and make nasty comments, papers that won't make any sense.
Sounds like a depressing life, doesn't it ?
Well, actually, i just love it and wouldn't swap it with anything else.
Yes, scientists researchers are just a bunch of masochists.
Now i know.