Paper Writing
Not sure if I've brought this to your attention before, but in case this is news, I'll bring it up again: I work in a hole. Way down, underground. Way, way down. Dear Liza. The lights down there are very yellow and I have to wear a bunny suit from head to toe. Often times I get to don a thick plastic apron to protect myself from just shockingly toxic chemicals that could kill me with only a couple drops on my skin. The apron does not breathe well. You might be surprised to learn that I don't really like being in the hole. Oh, you're not? Because I have definitely mentioned this many times over? Ahh.
Well, maybe not any longer. I just submitted another manuscript for publication and have plans for two more that will (hopefully) not require any more lab work. It is possible that I'll never have to go down in that stinking hole ever again! I mean, I might head down there just to play around a bit and see how much money I can burn up in as short of time as possible, but really, those days are numbered. It's pretty great, and my eyeballs are already celebrating.
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