Decisions, Decisions...

So I hate having to make life decisions. My main problem is figuring out what will be my backup if all other backups fail. I mean, seriously, if I don't get into graduate school, what do I do with my life? Colorado Springs isn't exactly the center of American employment...

This week marks the last week at the Language lab. I have a few more hours that I'll squeeze out (at best, maybe three or four). But that won't bring me a lot of money.

I'm starting to make some kind of progress on this whole finishing lab work thing. It's looking much clearer that I have no shot in hell at getting that 20th cell line to stay alive long enough to manipulate it, so I'm going to have to tell them that I just cannot do it, and that I'll be more than happy to get everything done on my other 19 lines as time permits.

I decided not to read Aristotle yet, in part because I want to finish these few books that I have where I read a couple of chapters (they're more like collections of essays than coherent books) first, because they will take less time. Right now, I have about 200 pages left in this atrocious book (thank God I only spent .99 on it) from 1926. Part of it is the style of language which, by modern standards, is offensive, and part is the fact that there are no sources, yet the author claims direct quotation. Note to self: scientists make extremely poor writers...

I don't know how far I will get on my dolphin cross stitch over the next couple of days either, but I'm pretty sure I have no shot in hell at finishing it before I go to Ireland (in 9 DAYS!). I still don't even have all of the dolphins themselves stitched yet. Sigh.

Well, I finished with over five hours of work today, and I have probably about that much tomorrow and Friday. Saturday I'm probably going to pull an 8 hours shift or so.

Here's hoping for the best...