I intended to (finally) write about my recent vacation (escape from the lab! woo!) this evening, but instead managed to find a secret streaming internet station showing the Steelers game.
The game in which the Steelers kissed their season goodbye. Bye bye, defending Superbowl champions.
Clearly, I am now too depressed and mopey to think about things like vacation pictures. Instead, I am going to look at the pictures my parents took of the six Lombardi trophies they saw on display when they were at Heinz Field for the Pitt homecoming game and try to make myself feel better.
As for the vacation pictures? Maybe I’ll be feeling it tomorrow. Or maybe I’ll still be mourning the fact that three days before my mega-Chrismukkah party, with all the food preparation to do, my no-longer-produced size built-in microwave started sparking and filled with smoke. Perfect timing. Or the fact that my foot, which had been healing well, suddenly started bleeding all over this evening. I think I may have accidentally ripped out one of the deeper stitches.
I think this calls for sleeping in tomorrow. Don’t tell my PI.