It is, the resurrection.

This period of time seems to be the time of my life again when I feel like blogging incessantly. Like, too much things on my mind that I cannot juggle them all at once. Feels like, probably helpless so early before deadlines for the first time in my undergraduate life.

A month's time, it is the submission. And my ID-ing of the parasites have not even started. Why, you may ask.

The Internet does not have what I need. Or rather, I lack the scaffolding from my supervisor. I chose the project because I am interested, really. But time is not on my side.

Once again, one of the most important life lessons manifests itself again.

Wake up, you are in a pragmatic society. Better to be practical for your own good. Interests come later when you have all the time in this world.

You can jolly well work yourself on parasites after you retire and then get some sickening diseases from them. Then die with a posthumous Nobel Prize awarded to you.

Two weeks before most assignments are due. Thank you very much.

I am sprouting white hairs all over my head.