It is Friday the 13th

And it has been true to its reputation
I ran three assays today, all with the wrong sample dilutions
So I wasted a day and a half essentially
I also left a faulty ice bucket on the paper with all my calculations
its faulty in that it leaks from the bottom
so its not really a bucket, as my colleague likes to say...its actually a filter
hes a funny little colleague actually, ill have to blog about him soon; i do adore him very much

I also still have this fate determining presentation on Monday, and it's still struggling

IS optimism just a blanket of despair disguised as something less offensive
At what point does optimism become nothing more than a blatant lie
Is it strange to think that after a point optimism becomes irrelevant really
Because things stop defining themselves as good or bad
Or yes or no
Things are just things, not to be judged as right or wrong
What's not right then, is just left
Left behind to wither away
Away from the crutches of wishful thinking
Invisible to even the most devoted of all optimists

We suffer when we judge situations as less than ideal
You technically then suffer sitting in traffic
Or while drinking a lukewarm cup of coffee
At what point is suffering justified
At what point is your suffering worthy of being suffered