You know, the anxiety is finally getting to me.
I know, right, that hopping onto Midnight Express isn't the way to go, but this pang of guilt will continue to pound my head if I just crawl under my blanket now.
These things are just like a cheating spouse, you know. You technically have them with you, but they just don't give you the security you need.
Gosh and it's like, the only thing I can remember off-hand on IR is O-H stretching around the 3400 region, which is what everybody already knows. And don't even get me started on NMR - I confused myself too many a time with the same peaks today.
GOD and it's gonna be on Thursday. Here's a good time to use a miracle.