Mondays are useless.

In case you weren't already aware, Mondays are fagtarded. They're totally good for nothing.

Twice a year, when we have to change our clocks for daylight savings time, my whole body is thrown out of whack. For some reason, I just can't adjust fast enough. I guess it's like jetlag or some shit. Anyway, I thought I was ready for the DST fallout today. I got lots of sleep and had all of my clocks set right. Or at least I thought I did.

My damn work computer apparently gets its time info from Pitt's network, and those taint-munchers haven't sprung ahead an hour yet. I tried to just manually fix my PC clock, but then I lost my connection to the email server. Kill!

That's gotta be part of the reason my day sucked so much. I had no idea what time it was, ever. All of the science I attempted to do turned into a pile of feces too. I set up no less than 32 helicase assay reactions, and not a damn one cooperated. I hurt my finger in the process too.

While I wasn't failing at that stuff, I was busy working on a talk I have to give this Friday. And you know what? It's a damn disaster. I can't keep it short enough, I have no transition from one topic to the next, and the info is too hard to understand. It's going to be a great talk, trust me...

My lunch sucked too; I was all out of nectarines. Jared was probably eating Chinese food and drinking champagne from a stripper's ass-crack, and I was stuck with a peanut butter sandwich. Kill you Jared!

If I didn't have Julia keeping me sane, I'd probably be...well, you know...not sane anymore.