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The water at my apartment isn't working. They didn't even give us a warning before they started tearing apart  the pipes. Showering yesterday was such a pain. I won't go into detail because no one wants to know about these things, but let's just say it involved pots and collecting water like an Amazon woman. Sigh. Anyone want to lend this homeless person a shower?

Randomly got a call from some unknown number today:
"Joanna, you didn't come to class yesterday..."
"...sorry, who is this?"
"This is Dr. ____"
"HAHA! Sorry! It wasn't because I didn't want to, I swear!"
"I know, I'm just playing around. I know you guys are working on that grant. If you skip my class you'd better be miserable."
"I am, I assure you!"

Oh my gosh. For real, he got my number from my PI. I hate that they're friends sometimes. I also hate that I'm helping to write a grant proposal that I don't think is correct. Seriously, there are more than six papers that disprove this crummy hypothesis. Why am I putting my soul into this? I even tried to translate a German article... Good grief. I need my own lab. Okay, no one cares. I'm leaving.

I feel unwell. I need to throw up.