Pretty Lines

I spent the day processing data from the experiments I had run during the last month or so. After an arduous day of MATLAB scripting, the lines on the plots look so pretty. Well, all except one parameter look pretty. I am going to swap out a few components and run another experiment tomorrow. If all works as planned, I should be able to ship out the setup in a couple of days. Yah!!

Busy… Busy… Busy…

Things have been moving really fast these days, and I am occupied nearly every single hour of the day. I am working on a research project that is a bit, ok a lot, behind schedule and I am playing catchup with it. The interesting part of all this is that I am actually enjoying all this. Typically I would have been crouching in a corner of my bedroom and trying really hard to ignore reality. This time I am tackling the challenges head-on. I am feeling good about it. I guess the adjustments to the meds are kicking in.

Where I come from, today is a day dedicated to th…


Where I come from, today is a day dedicated to the worship of the goddess of Education. I was speaking to my mom earlier, and asked what was it she prayed for. She replied in calm and sincere tone, “A Nobel for you.” I guess logic and probability dont really matter when it comes to maternal love.

Self Hate

Ok. I have a research deliverable on Tuesday, and I had known it for the last week. It is not a difficult task, it is not something I am doing out of the goodwill of my heart. It is the part and parcel of my research work. QoH has done nothing to make things difficult, and has been pretty supportive. YET, I do not want to do it. What is it that I am waiting for? What is it that I am hoping would happen? Even if I start today, I should be able to meet the deadline fairly easily. I dont know what to do with myself. I hate me.