I gave up on tutorial work at 2.30 am this morning. I'll hand in what I've done and be damned.   The second day of the practical goes as well as could be expected. My labcoat is now a bit pinker than it was, due to an accident with some powdery product and a positive pressure of nitrogen. Still, it's only mildly toxic.   Chris 'got off' with Sarah again, although it required the rest of us saying 'talk to her, for God's sake' to get him moving. No initiative.   My major achievement of the night was to go down the bar, smile and not go to sleep. It had no effect. I walked home on my own.
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