I am alone in my flat. Which is great for cooking meals / tidying etc... but really boring for life.
Pete and Gav and a few others are dotted around, but STILL. Need some kitten company, YAKNOW?
But yes. Placement is good so far, apart from having to get there at 8:30am tomorrow. I am a sleepy bear, and seemingly incapable of actually eating in the mornings. I feel ill, and try to shove some toast down - usually fail - and spend the rest of the morning in a hunger coma.
I like the work so far though. Fear I spend far too much time fucking up. Like today my supervisor had to leave early and left me to mount some semithin slides we'd cut and stained earlier, and MY GOD. They were shocking. I kept getting the DPX all other my gloves and sticking to everything, and then when they were drying the cover slips kept slipping so that the sections weren't even covered anymore and blargghhhh!
I wrote a sorry note on his desk and scuttled away home.
I am tired.
Off to pack my lunch for tomorrow, and then I think over to Pete and Gav's. Hopefully for an early night, as not an hour ago I completely conked out in front of an episode of Grey's and quite possibly drooled all over the sofa.
Croatia was great y'all.
Miss you guys.
