fun with information security

So this project I'm working on has human subjects. ( (Everyone who's ever done live-subject research is already on my side, I know.) )

This made me very depressed -- the whole sum of it, I mean, not just the prospect of schlepping every day but the fact that the special key-getting effort I'd made had been for nothing, combined with a separate issue in which someone gave the traveling researchers a bunch of copies of an older version of the IRB statement and I think people think it was me and I'm the one person it couldn't possibly have been -- and the very-depression combined with the fighting-something-off-or-maybe-allergies-being-a-massive-pain conspired to convince me to blow off rehearsal last night. So I went home, and watched some TV, and ate some ice cream (augh! backsliding!), and went to bed early.

And this morning, I hadn't backslid as much as I'd feared (just held steady, in fact, so that's all right), but I had to hurry, because when the boss brings me stuff he tends to do so first thing, so if I roll in at 9:30 or even 9:15 he has to find somewhere to leave things before I get there (which is harder when my office is locked).

( Of course, he's not here when I get here at 8:55. )