Eyes glazed over a glaring screen,
Headache pounds and I need caffeine.
How many articles do I have left to read,
My patience does this literature search exceed.
Geochemistry papers seem to multiply,
Scifinder’s sluggishness makes me want to die.
The GCMS is feeling ill once more,
There are chores to be done and morale is poor.
Results are confusing and the data looks bleak,
Solace and comfort food are now what I seek.
Praise the vending machine – my unfailing savior,
Chips in my belly sure do change my behavior.
Food erases the grumpies I had,
Suddenly chemistry doesn’t seem all that bad.