| Comment | Right old week, man.
Aunt recently died of cancer. Now *another* aunt has been diagnosed with 3 types this week. My colleague, an older woman who is just the loveliest, her husband collapsed with a brain tumour on tuesday. He's alright, but 5-year survival rates aren't good. And then a nice woman who walks her giant dog in the park was saying her dad had two heart attacks this month. Just fuckin' hell, man.
I spotted a tiny daft error in a paper that was accepted for a journal but not published yet. I stressed about emailing them to go 'hi...so, bugger...' and they were totally cool! No problem, but stress. And I've a grant deadline today at 5, and the baby regressed a bit in terms of sleep this week.
So you know what, when that grant's in I'm having a Big Fucking Beer. |
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