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I got home yesterday fully intending to work on my paper after Broussard sent me home, but the second I walked in the door I hit the pillow and didn't get back up. I slept for 12 straight hours.
I had no idea I needed that. When I got into the lab this morning I looked over my work from the past few weeks, and realized it's completely useless.
It'll take me hours to correct all the mistakes I made these past few months. Is this what I was killing myself for? I'm such a rube, I owe Broussard a huge thanks.
I'll start keeping more regular hours from now on... Also, I was considering maybe getting a dog.