‘Twas 5am the day before the night before Christ

‘Twas 5am the day before the night before Christmas and all through my house not a creature was stirring except for my 2yo daughter elbowing me in the head and my 5yo son singing songs in his bed. Time to wake up, I suppose, though too early for press I had thoughts of PR’s for 700mg Nash. I wandered downstairs to write this dumb post, pondering what it was that I was hoping for most. Did I want an announcement of a met primary endpoint, or for my goddamn kid to finally sleep until 7? A partnership, p-value, uninterrupted sleep? A timeline for results that Pourhassan would keep? Well, I’d just settled in for a long-ass morning of waiting, to see if a PR was going to be forming. When what did my little ol’ peepers see, but a box full of cookies just staring at me. What the hell, I thought, as I began my assault. It’s almost Christmas and I’m a goddamn adult. Now loaded with cheer I looked down at my clock, sonofabitch I muttered, it’s nowhere near six o’clock. If a PR comes, that’s the earliest it’ll happen, but lately he’s dropped them at eight or at seven. It’s Christmas morning today if you’re a real Cytodyn investor, so it was said on a call from our own doctor Recknor. There’s roughly four hours for this PR to drop, before the market opens and our spirits drop. Yes I rhymed drop with drop, did I mention it’s early? They can’t all be winners and my blood sugar is curdling. I think I’ve eaten too many cookies but I’m now pot committed. This may be my dumbest post but I feel I must finish. So F*ck Closet, f*ck SAF, and MD Virologist. F*ck Cycle, f*ck Swordman, and Doctor Frank Rocco. May our wishes be granted and the Nash trial’s fantastic. I hope you all have a great break, whether you celebrate Christmas or not. Hopefully we nailed the trial, hit a primary endpoint, sign a big name partner, and get some goddamn news out about the little mab that could.