TP-like use of asterisks - it's that kind of night

You know that nightmare where someone says to you, "You're giving group meeting tomorrow!" And you go, "What?!?!?! But I don't have anything prepared!!!"

Welcome to my morning. No joke.

Fortunately the visiting scientist was amenable to talking about her stuff tomorrow, and I will just have to go over what we have done so far and are planning to do with this project. Whew! (If she hadn't agreed there's a good change I would have put the muscle or the blackmail on her. In no way am I kidding.)

It's been a long-ass day and it's not over yet. It's really tiring looking after someone in the lab. I escaped to eat my lunch quietly, with my book, in the sun, around 2 pm and then jumped back into it.

8:30 - no dinner, still here, head aches, and I really hope I mixed up some vials of cells and they are not what they say they are or else a year of research is for shite.

Yeah, and the Middle East and Asia are blowing up and it's hot as hell . . . and my Grandma is in the hospital again . . .

All things considered I'm remarkably cheerful.*

*This is an inside joke referencing the "Hymn to St. Joseph" which my mom made up one night, a long time ago, after a few glasses of wine. It goes like this:

O poor St. Joseph!
You have a big hairy scrotum.**
You're married to Mary,
So you ain't gettin' any -
All things considered,
You're remarkably cheerful!

** In reference to the fact that Catholic hymns are always going on about Mary's reproductive organs.