Mines of Moria, indeed. It has been a stupid day. By lunchtime my best friend had called to tell me her heart had been broken, by 4pm I discovered that a virus deleted a significant portion of my experimental design (which went from 12 pages of brilliance to 3 pages of squares, symbols, and the random phrase "uncooked rice"), and I just read an article about how the Cambridge primate lab is abusing its marmosets.
Fuck.
It's a good thing I have all you fine people in my life and that summer is coming.
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