Such madness; oh the mad madness

Today is a mad mad day of avoiding writing up my mad bad western blot results, which I have actually been avoiding for like the past two or three weeks. Even now I am writing this just to avoid them. I am also writing this for Louise, my bizarre and kooky office mate who just discovered my dormant blog and is only now starting to learn who the real Justin is. Until now, Louise has only known the strong and helpful Justin who can carry a heavy box containing hundreds of white smooth sheets of 90 gsm paper covered in black letters: a box holding a thesis; 5 copies of a thesis. He can carry it far, he can carry it fast, he can carry it to Albany St or if you admit he is right, to the end of Leith St. He is right, he is wise he is all of these combined. He is the incredible you know who.