I may strangle the next person who tells me what a totally awesome, cool lab position they've scored. This will likely be Yana. No, I don't have anything yet myself. Yes, I still have e-mails to write. Yes, I probably will end up working at White Spot or somewhere equally sad this summer.

...This will probably seem a lot better in the morning, but right now, I'm just utterly frustrated and on the verge of tears.