I need to work out.
It's as simple as that. I want to get exercise, I'm sick and tired of this doing nothing but mental work all day, all week, and it's tearing me apart. I'm getting jittery and dull and listless and nothing else is working.
I practically ran out of chem lab when I was done. It wasn't an awful lab, just boring as all get-out, but I couldn't keep myself there. Right near the beginning I was trying to fill the buret and dropped the funnel to shatter against the lab desk. That's when I realized I was in no condition to be doing actual work and regulated myself to writing down line after line of data. It took up more than a page, the ink smearing onto my dragging fingers as drop after drop of base fell to its death in the acid below. Finally the tide of the war shifted, and the battlefield of the solution ran pink with the souls of innocent phenolthalene bystanders. Finally I packed up and fled, after washing the carnage away into oblivion beneath the sink.
Enough thinking. I'm going to go absorb my aggravation one way or another.
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