Why don’t the academics in this country like vending machines? Sure, they’re expensive and unhealthy, but there’s no better way to take a break when you’re staying late in the lab. All I want is something to chew on, preferably something tastier than my hat; I’m not even hungry, really, just compulsive. I wish I had the keys to this building, so I could leave and come back later.
Maybe I’ll try putting my feet behind my head, just to see if sitting in the chair has made me more flexible. Long, long afternoon.