Told crazy supervisor not two days ago that I was burnt out, exhausted, and in need of a rest.
Sure enough, I woke up this morning at 7, and couldn't get up until 11. Went to uni for a few hours, tried to do some work, eventually gave up with the scientific equivalent to "fuck it all, I can't bothered" (which is the same thing, just in latin or something) and went home.
After all, losing consciousness in a PC2 lab is not a good thing.
Now I am warm, bra-less (because there is nothing worse than a bra when you are sick and fed up with it all), fed, and not far from Bunyip.
Today is from now on a day of bed, cherry coke, and books. Take THAT.