Emo

I'm being emo. I guess everytime around this time of the month, when hormones go a bit haywire... I get a bit emo. I submitted my paper 3 times oredi, to 3 different journals. They all say the same thing. Your work is good BUT not good enough. The experiments they are asking is really not easy to do. These people don't understand how difficult it is to do something that is not a norm for zebrafish research... it'll be easy if I work with cell cultures or mouse models. But no choice ler, either I trash my journal into a crappy journal or just try to do the experiment. There goes another month or so (if I'm lucky) of my precious PhD time. Then, next I week I might not be able to see Sam. Sighz. All I wanted for my birthday was to be with him, but he can't come over. I can't go over because I just went over a few weeks ago... and I can't keep taking leave on Friday, because that's work discussion day with my supervisor. It's like when my mum says that we are eating Hokkien Mee for dinner, and then she changed her mind. The thought of Hokkien Mee just keeps running through my brain, and I can't do anything else. Never give me hope unless there really is hope of 99% of becoming a reality. I'd rather be surprised than disappointed. I'm just so frustrated, upset, sad, disappointed... and to top it off, my butt still hurts!! Like I said... I'm being emo.... aaarrrggghhh!!! Off to sleep.... tomorrow another day of writing and writing and writing.... better work than let my thoughts wander....