Training Log Archive: Becks

Into the lab. I made it eventually, after about an hour of procrastinating and being a baby.

Only to find that all my neurons had died, there would be no assay today, and I burst into tears, wrote a huge e mail to my supervisors that I could no longer manage this directionless piece of crap that's supposed to get me a PhD in 8 months, carefully setting out all the strands of my experiments and the limitations and problem with all of them, got told I was over reacting despite the fact I actually physically couldn't make it out of my pyjamas yesterday because of the lab fear and only have a single experiment result to write up after 2.5 years, and that we would meet in two weeks to discuss an action plan. Two weeks. So I went RAH, stormed out, Rob followed me, and then we went for a jog and I calmed down. And then I went for coffee and cake with Mhairi (beetroot and chocolate, surprisingly ace), and felt a lot better. But I need to sort out this PhD. Because it is making me a mental. And eat too much cake. But cake is great. Like, really, really great. And syrup waffles. Mmm...syrup waffles.

ARGH!!!