akshanit: (too many things)
big experiment day tomorrow, so of course, like any normal person i've gone to bed at a reasonable hour.
except oh wait no, i'm a crazy fool and it's nearly 1am. well, at least i didn't wake up at 5am this morning in order to catch my flight back to Montréal.
except oh wait no, that's exactly what i did and had to sit squished in the middle between a very excited child and a man who blatantly stole my elbow rest. well, at least i'm not feeling somewhat under the weather.
except oh...wait...no, my sister managed to infect me with her cold while i was visiting the parentals, so in addition to the usual constant state of being frozen both indoors and out, my throat hates me and i'm congested.
boo hiss.
akshanit: (too many things)
all my sciencing today was crap. no good results, and my theoretically troubleshot protocol gave me worse results than the previous one.
also, i can't seem to force myself to get to bed at a reasonable hour. every evening i come home, swearing up and down that tonight, 10pm, lights out. and then with one thing and another it's quarter to midnight and i'm still not showered much less pajama clad, and gripped by an unignorable urge to vacuum, or clean the tub, or finally finally fold and put away the laundry that's been hanging dry in my living room for a week. and so of course the next day i'm an exhaustion zombie, and swear even harder that reasonable bedtimes will be achieved, only to have it all turn to ashes at midnight. seriously, i need someone to come over to my house every evening and forcibly put me to bed. why do i only ever seem to want to do chores in the middle of the night? seriously, morning me HATES evening me so, so much. if only i could switch them: all morning me wants to do is sleep, while all evening me wants to do is futz around on the internet and, apparently, clean. man, if i could bottle self-sabotage (and other people for some reason wanted to buy it) i'd never have to work again.