plenty to learn, young grasshopper

this is not right. everytime i get an enlightenment and finally figure something out, it's 10pm already. i seriously should just shift my work hour to start after three.

being in the lab at night is rather scary. not the lab itself, but it's scary when you look out the window. the wind is blowing hard and tons of mosquitos are crawling all over the window, trying to find a way in so they can have a taste of your blood.

this is the time i wish i were a cyborg powered by coca cola.

i keep calling this place a lab, but this isn't really a lab. there are five computers, six with my powerbook, but there is no lab equipment whatsoever. so i guess this isn't a lab. an office? can't be. this place is way too messy to be an office.

sad. i'm here starting from 8am and i don't even know what to call this place. "the little dirty insignificant corner of tate hall where i can be found," maybe?

oh shit, one of the mosquito found a way in.

if i don't survive from mosquito bites tonight, avenge my death.