Whiny post deleted.

I came home, looked at the calendar, and realized that part of my malaise is not directly attributable to the fact that I will not ever be a Big Famous Somebody in science.

Besides, I can't be other than I am. I'm born to be a dillettante, someone interested in a million different things, rather than someone who has that pure, clear laser focus on a single thing.

I do wish I were better organized, though, and didn't forget important things like grant deadlines.