a la recherche du temps perdu

Went to bed with my draft copy of thesis last night (as you do) in a fit of nostalgia, and ended up reading quite a bit of it. Realised that actually, my lucid prose isn't actually that lucid, or at least could have been substantially improved stylistically. Gets the message across but is rather hastily put together, as it was really, considering I was in a rush to get it finished and submitted. What was more worrying was that I was looking at all those compounds that I made and thinking 'ugh, they look horrible', and wondering if it was actually possible and that no, surely I couldnt have done that! I know I did, and a quick squizz at my NMR data (broad multiplet, sir?) reminded me how bloody awful it actually was. Still, a little glow of pride was allowed to rear it's ugly head before I collapsed into sleep again.

Woke again at about 2am in a state of wheezy - seems like when I get asthma troubles, it takes an age to die down again - and had a little 'erk' moment when I couldnt instantly find my inhaler, having left it on the sofa. Unpleasant wheeziness, and my condition is really mild. Doesnt bear thinking about what life used to be like in the days before salbutamol and pocket inhalers. So not very nice, though I dozed off plenty nicely after a huff or two. But mornings are becoming ever more difficult now that I'm clearly getting up in the pre-dawn twilight, and feel like I'm sleeping really bad when I'm probably just dozy. There may be something to be said for sleeping with the seasons, and just sleeping longer in winter when it's dark. Not sure it'd wash with work though (:-)

Now evaporating numerous fractions from my column this morning, so ever-so-slightly bored. But at least it's a bit satisfying.