I don't care about hypoplasmic mice...

I found out on friday morning that my term paper which I thought was due next wednesday was in fact due friday morning. It wouldn't have been bad or anything had I been a productive student but as I am, I hadn't even picked out an article to write about. Wow go me. Ironically it was those bunch of random union members picketing the bus terminals that saved my ass; since some people couldn't get into campus, we have an option of handing in the paper on monday. So I'll just take back all of the bad things I said about the bus picketers.

And now I am supposed to writing an intelligent paper on developmental defects in mice due to the absence of one particular component of an enzyme. I'm surprised I understand the article mostly, but why the hell do they have to make up such weird names for genes? Why would you name a drosophila gene 'sonic hedgehog'? WTF.

I got new glasses, so I can see without contacts now yay. My eyes are more fuck up than I thought. Boo. I want to go to sleep, but I have to write that damn paper. One more midterm on tuesday. And I just finished making several trays of dumplings by myself. And I'm in a bad mood for some reason I can't figure out. Want ipod now, don't wanna wait until nov 4 for it.

Bought more tea and now have been drinking like 5 cups a day. I think I'll try making ponderosa cake soon. And I did not know egg came in a milk carton.