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 Okay universe, much is forgiven...

...because google could tell me what 0.03 g/cm^2 is in solar masses/parsec^2, and one of the builders outside is whistling beautifully.

I'm still not sure about this 'getting out of bed each morning' thing, but right now that's tomorrow's problem.

Labels: astronomy, depression, hating myself, music, thesis ftl, time and space, tired, web stuff

 Not that I'm miserable or suicidal or anything...

Wisdom teeth out cost me: $50 hospital co-pay, $580 anaesthetic, $1,700 surgeon's fees = $2,330 (upfront. I raided my post-PhD vacation fund to pay those bills).
Medicare + my health insurance (in that order) have refunded/paid: rest of hospital, ($170.70 + 56.90) anaesthetic, (0 + $507) surgeon's fees = $734.6
Total out of pocket: Four or more weeks hostelling in Japan.
I don't really like to talk about money on the blog, but this was enough that I had to rant about it. We're talking more money than I've earned this financial year here, and most of the money I have earned this year has gone on my monthly health insurance bill (and my public transport costs and other people's birthday presents).

In other news, in case you missed it, the big earthquake in chile has made the day shorter and I'm not going to feel guilty about my lack of desire to reproduce, regardless of what Kevin Rudd or my grandmother may think (that said, I'm very happy for the acquaintance who I spotted across a mall today who it seems is very pregnant). Also, if you're one of the few people on the internet who hasn't seen this yet, you have to see this.

Expect better news about the thesis tomorrow, I hope. Right now I'm overtired and headed to bed. Sorry for any incoherences.

Labels: linking all over the place, money matters, phd, still poor, teeth, tired

 And now to bed...

Home again, with four more teeth in a jar and a tongue that tingles on one side like pins and needles.

Labels: hungry, sickly-Cat, teeth, tired

 Submitted version...

My work has focussed primarily on star formation, looking at the problems of gravitational collapse, and on molecular clouds, simulating the emission of shocked hydroxyl molecules in clouds that are interacting with supernova remnants.

Screw the apologetic tone, I'm awesome and the world needs to know it without a broader opening sentence.

Labels: Catheirne can't do anything right, jobs, tired, writing

 Fuck this shit...

Someday I am going to have a place of my own, where no one can ask favours of me that need to be done right this second (when said favour involves me not looking my worst, I don't think "right this second" is an appropriate time frame for someone slightly hungover and premenstrual. Five minutes is all I asked for). And then when I'm dressed up, chucking a hissy fit and saying you don't want to do it anymore is just bitchy.

So... yeah, looking forward to a place of my own, where I can eat on my own schedule, and work as I chose, and things will be clean, and nice, and people will like me. Because everything around here sucks. Especially me.

Labels: life is fail, tired, wasting my life

Back in Cambridge...

Little bit exhausted from too much vacation. *grins* Jessie, John and Daniel send their love.

Labels: cambridge, england, london, tired, trip09

*yawns*...

You can expect a proper blog post tomorrow, in which I report on the excursion to the nuclear power plant, but for now, have a handful of random links and then I'm going to bed. Oh, and I should report that I got around to entering my awesome sampler of awesome in the Easter Show in category 43: embroidery of a modern design. There's $10 I'll never see again, but perhaps I'll make some poor soul laugh. Pattern notes now available.

• More British passengers died on the Titanic because they queued politely for lifeboats.
• Apparently someone tried to kill the Queen back in the 70s when she visited. No one knew.
• Snakes eating other snakes!

Labels: crafty-Cat, linking all over the place, news, Radioactive-Cat, snakes, Spider-Cat, tired