No rant today either, mostly because I have reached the stage of exhausted where you half feel like you're floating and half feel like every heartbeat is some enormous effort that requires your whole body to accomplish. My schedule has been torn to shreds by the demands of my uber-finicky cells (which I think may be possessed - 5 generations in 12 hours? Simply not possible. And the cell counter and excel did the calculations for me, so I'm pretty sure it's not sleep-math...). I have been at work at all hours (and I do mean all hours) in the last week, and everything else has dropped by the wayside. The good news, however, is that I am currently home, on my bed, having decided that the alamar blue assay can wait until tomorrow. I'll catch up on work then -- now I sleep.