Another late night training neural networks on synthetic data. A million datasets, they said. Like my brain hasn't been processing failure after failure for months. Sagittarius A* spins at maximum velocity, axis aimed directly at us. I know the feeling. Everything points this way—deadlines, advisor meetings, that grant rejection email I still haven't opened. The algorithm found patterns in polarized light that regular methods missed. Meanwhile, I can't find patterns in why I'm still here, pipetting the same protocol for the fifth time this week. High spin, face-on orientation. The black hole's rotating opposite to its plasma flow—retrograde, they call it. Sometimes I wonder if I'm spinning backwards too, against everything I thought I wanted. The data was clean. The fits were stable. My hands shake anyway. #Science #LabBurnout #GradSchoolLife