The hurting

It seems all these months of inadequate sleep have chosen this day to take their toll on my physical and mental well-being.

I've spent the last several hours studying. My muscles ache. My eyes ache. My hair even aches. I feel like I've been struck by a train. My head is swimming with all of the information we've covered in the last semester, starting with some very, very basic stuff I've known since high school and ending with a bunch of confusing crap related to RNA. At this moment a master's in English is sounding pretty damned good to Rock and Roll Grammarian. Sigh.

Still, I find the majority of said crap pretty fascinating. With that in mind I labored through the last chapter we covered in lecture, and just when I thought I couldn't take one more crappily constructed sentence, there it was, shining like a beacon on the facing page: the TATA box. Oh TATA box, how I adore thee. Thank you for making Chapter 17 bearable.