I just woke up. This, in and of itself, isn't really newsworthy. The fact that I went to bed at 7pm last night is though. I had a pisser of a headache, and advil just wasn't cutting it, so I went for a shower and what I thought would be a short nap… Hell, I vaguely remember Katy coming to bed last night, but that's about it. At least my headache is gone.
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Damn you, Murphy
I barely made it on time for my train to Leicester tonight. I had to rely on the goodwill of an evil frenchman to give me a lift to Cambs after one of the servers died 15 minutes before I was supposed to leave for a 4-day weekend. When I got to the station, I found out that a freight train had broken down on the way into Cambs and that a lof of the outgoing traffic was going to be delayed. I got lucky though, and my train was only slightly delayed (which for Central Trains, is a miracle in and of itself). I was only supposed to come down tomorrow, but it was more important that I come give moral support to my sweetie than lust over Pink Floyd memorabilia that I couldn't afford anyway.
The train ride was fairly routine. Egg and bacon sandwiches from the M&S outlet at the station and a book for reading. There was a guide dog named Ivan in the alleyway next to me – so cute. One point along the way, I started looking outside for a while. You have to give it its due – the English countryside can be really pretty at times, with freshly cut fields getting ready for harvest, rolling green hills and a red-sun-at-night sunset. Every time I travel along that line, I always think that I really should bring my camera, but I always forget. Poo.
Now that's something you don't see every day
I just went to the bathroom for a wee break. When I walked in, a dude was washing his feet in the sink.
Mmmokay.
Really not impressed
I'm really REALLY not impressed with the British medical establishment.
Her operation was cancelled. She was at the hospital, waiting to get it done when the docs come in and say, well, we have to cancel it for today. They overbooked the operating room; no more time for you. So sad, really, sorry. Come back in 3 weeks.
How unprofessional and simply idiotic is that???
She had already rearranged her work schedule for sick leave – now that's completely shot out of the water and it's going to be a hassle she doesn't need to sort it out. What's more important though is that she's been stressing about this for weeks now and she doesn't need shit like this.
*long-distance hugs to my sweetie*
Quote of the day
I'm going to be a published author
PRIDE: A Public Repository of Protein and Peptide Identifications for the Proteomics Community
Philip Jones1*, Richard Cote1, Lennart Martens2, Antony Quinn1, Chris Taylor1, William Derache1, Henning Hermjakob1, Rolf Apweiler1.
Unless something goes seriously wrong, I'm going to be second author of a paper submitted to the database issue of Nucleic Acids Research.
Musical Memage
I was tagged by
petkatyyazzick
List five songs that you are currently digging – it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions and the five songs (with artist) in your blog. Then tag five people to see what they're listening to.
1. Buena Vista Social Club – Chan Chan
2. Jem – Just a Ride
3. Kasabian – Club Foot
4. Coldplay – Fix you
5. Madonna and Kruder & Dorfmeister – Nothing really matters
I tag:
blacksquiggles
suzn
sbourge
raspberrysalmon
kaliko_mel
In other words
For those of you who might remember the fart game from Eddie Murphy's stand-ups… I lost it tonight.
I've found the sweet spot
In bread making, that is. Doing a one-third wholemeal/two-thirds white flour ratio gives by far the yummiest bread so far.
weekend redux and a look ahead.
The weekend was not one of the more relaxing ones I've had. In fact, I'll just say that it was rather emotionally charged and leave it at that… My shoulder gave me grief for most of it and, as a new twist, a glass of bad rose wine went down like a molten goblet of acid and took up residence in my stomach for most of last night. That was really horrid too, because I'd cooked a kick-ass curried roast beef too. Bleh.
This week is going to be a wild one, I forecast, cause I have to do a lot of prepwork on short notice. I need to write up a conference poster for PRIDE and get the student intern geared up to maintain PRIDE in case there are problems while I'm away next thursday and friday. Katy's leaving for Leicester on tuesday night and having her op on wednesday. I won't have a chance to see her until thursday night (if she's home) or friday morning (if she's not). She's getting anxious about it. It's a routine operation… it should go ok. Right? Right!

