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Ow, my aching back. Lawks. Etc.
*drags self around grumbling*
The end of the tunnel is in sight. My exams will be somewhere between the fifth and sixth levels of hell depending on how early I can be bothered to start studying, but after that looms the sunny prospect (note to self, looms + sunny = something of an oxymoronic image) of a week in Queensland with friends attempting not to spend all the money I've been saving for America. And my birthday, which has crept up on me with alarming stealth. Little less than two months now. Wow.
Pretty -
Molecular docking is a serious challenge for biochemists. There are many wasy to fit molecules together but only a few juxtapositions that bring them close enough to bond. On a molecular level, success may mean discovering what synthetic structure, what chemical, will form a union with, say, the protein shape on a tumour cell. If you make this high-risk jigsaw work you may have found a cure for carcinoma. But molecules and the human beings they are a part of exist in a universe of possibility. We touch one another, bond and break, drift away on force-fields we don't understand.
- Jeanette Winterson, 'Written on the Body'
And speaking of oncology: the absolute highlight of my week has been the fact that I dreamed and I remembered it for the first time in years. Granted, I don't recall much except for a lot of water and glass, a beach and possibly a quest (there's generally a quest), but all that fades into insignificance beside the fact that I GOT TO MAKE OUT WITH DR WILSON. FROM HOUSE. YES INDEEDY. WHAT WAS HE DOING THERE? WHO CARES!
Nothing like that ever happens in my dreams. I must be seriously fucking repressed.
Welcome back, subconscious.
*drags self around grumbling*
The end of the tunnel is in sight. My exams will be somewhere between the fifth and sixth levels of hell depending on how early I can be bothered to start studying, but after that looms the sunny prospect (note to self, looms + sunny = something of an oxymoronic image) of a week in Queensland with friends attempting not to spend all the money I've been saving for America. And my birthday, which has crept up on me with alarming stealth. Little less than two months now. Wow.
Pretty -
Molecular docking is a serious challenge for biochemists. There are many wasy to fit molecules together but only a few juxtapositions that bring them close enough to bond. On a molecular level, success may mean discovering what synthetic structure, what chemical, will form a union with, say, the protein shape on a tumour cell. If you make this high-risk jigsaw work you may have found a cure for carcinoma. But molecules and the human beings they are a part of exist in a universe of possibility. We touch one another, bond and break, drift away on force-fields we don't understand.
- Jeanette Winterson, 'Written on the Body'
And speaking of oncology: the absolute highlight of my week has been the fact that I dreamed and I remembered it for the first time in years. Granted, I don't recall much except for a lot of water and glass, a beach and possibly a quest (there's generally a quest), but all that fades into insignificance beside the fact that I GOT TO MAKE OUT WITH DR WILSON. FROM HOUSE. YES INDEEDY. WHAT WAS HE DOING THERE? WHO CARES!
Nothing like that ever happens in my dreams. I must be seriously fucking repressed.
Welcome back, subconscious.
