Fuck I'm so bored. I'm so desperate for stimulation that I'm almost tempted to head back over to the lab and get some more work done, how useless is that. I'm bored and I'm disgusted with my self. I've got a week's worth of fuzz which I can't shave off until tomorrow morning, and to top it all off my face is finding new ways of self-destructing. Now my nose is peeling from the inside out. I've got huge cracked bleeding skin at the base of each nostril because of the hay-fever meaning I have to wipe, and other stuff too festy to want to remind myself of. I've also got the Quirk photo shoot tomorrow, and it's going to take something special for me to feel any good about it at the moment. Fuck I hate Spring, fuck I hate Roaccutane, fuck I hate my beard, the world is a piece of shit.
Today… isolated my compound, 23 milligrams. That's a 27% yield. Ran Carbon NMR and UV-Vis experiments. The NMR was very good and the UV-Vis had to be redone because of the extraordinary strength of the compound ~120,000.
Finally got the Tri-methyl phosphine from Aldrich, which means I have to make up 4 new gold acetylides. Not to forget a few other compounds which are needed for useful comparison which would bring the total number of compound in the "Orange" series up to 18. This doesn't include any coupled to the new ADAM complex. However you look at it, I sure as heck don't have any shortage of work.
It's weird, I was actually feeling pretty good until I had to go and get my hair done (4:15 pm). I got back to work via a taxi and felt really crappy thereafter. I came home at 6:30 pm and had food and a snooze. Got up at 9:00 pm and that was about it. I wish my lab had air-conditioning, it would be the biggest productivity boost. I'd turn it down to 15 degrees and never come out again.
Oh god I want to get off this Roaccutane. I don't think it's helped my skin one little bit, but it sure has drained my self-esteem and purse. I have an appointment with the dermatologist on Wednesday, so it will be interesting to hear what he has to say. I don't have any idea whether he'll finish the treatment then or not. Depends how it looks, I just want the face peeling to stop. Fuck I wish I'd gotten this out of the way years ago. My skin is so incredibly red also. If I slightly press on it, it goes a blanched white in colour, the Roaccutane strikes again. The day I get off, there will be the biggest "Thank fucking God". I can't get any electrolysis for two months after, so even then it's still going to be hanging around and making my life a total misery. I'm not sure whether the cure was better than the curse. It didn't used to be that bad, but coupled with the hay-fever I now have the nose problem and the eye foul-up which is occasionally re-occurring. I wish hay-fever season would hurry up and end, but with all the rain it's just going to keep rolling on… *sigh*
Jules still hasn't burnt those CD's I asked him to. And with them packing up to move to their new house I don't expect he will in the near future.
What else is happening in my extraordinarily crappy life at the moment? I have no food whatsoever except for breakfast cereal and some slices of cheese. And that's what I've been eating, with the addition of last night's left-over pizza. I had lunch with Red today, I decided to get a pie as there were no salad rolls left and immediately regretted it. She had finished her last assessable task (a French assignment) and was preparing to go up to Sydney and spend a few days with Paul. Shall I now bitch about my loneliness and lack of companionship? Fuck it, why bother. It's something I'm going to have to get increasingly used to… *sigh*
(Pause) Arrrgghhhh… Oh god, that's another thing, now with wonderful Roaccutane, going to the toilet now includes pain, blood and the inability to walk for several minutes. *doubles over in pain*
Oh get over it girl, enough with the drama queen. Hmmm… sounds like the rationalist part of my brain is starting to take over. Ok, whatever. Although the above is all true, I guess it's just a matter of how you put the spin on it.

12:30 am - Just been reading some of my old email from Red, gosh she is cool. :)
Ok, now I'm going to head off to bed now. First thing is wake up and do laundry. After that a glorious time slicing the hair and top layer of skin off my face and after that, who knows.
I think a shave will do me the world of good… the most beautiful words in the English language ever spoken will be, "Miss Hurst, your electrolysis is all finished…".