Still tired, and frustrated.

I spent far more time in Wal-Mart this weekend than any human should have to. First, the whole home-repair fiasco (I wound up going out to get a hair-trap for the drain, because knowing how my life goes, if I didn't go out THE VERY MOMENT THE DRAIN WAS BETTER and buy one, I wouldn't get around to it for weeks and weeks, and the problem would just come back. )

Then, Sunday, doing some final set-up on research, I realized that two of the light-timers I had bought on a previous grant were missing (I found out this morning that someone borrowed them, without letting me know. $)%(*)(.)
So I went back to buy more timers. Then back again to buy adaptors after realizing that the timers had two-hole openings and the plugs I had needed three-hole openings.

It's been a weekend of juryrigging things and inelegant solutions to problems, and that always bothers me on some deep level. (I swear I am borderline OCD some days - you know the tv show, "Monk"? Some of his behaviors are not all at that outrageous to me).

I did get a little knitting done on the afghan, as I realized
1. I needed to read some for work
and
2. I'll never get to start the "Salt Peanuts" sweater if I don't free up my 10.5 needle
and
3. I really need to finish at least one project sometime soon.

And now, I'm sitting in my torn-apart office, looking for the paper on tetrazolium staining to test seed viability that I WOULD have come in and looked for on Saturday, if I hadn't been fighting my toilet.

I can't find it. Normally, even though I have the big-piles-of-stuff filing system, I can put my hands on what I need within five minutes of realizing I need it. I can't find this. And it's a copy from an out-of-print book that my university library does not own.

whimper. I can tell it's going to be a hellish week. If I were not as tough a person as I am, I would be huddled up under my computer desk right now with a thumb in my mouth. Or buying multiple Hershey's bars from the vendeteria.