The Secret Garden

Thanks to Dave who took action and found out about a pretty nice lounge to study and work in an ignored part of campus close to Evans, I'm typing this now in one of the comfiest chairs I've ever sat in near Evans. It's in the middle of campus such that I don't feel like I'm completely away from all the hub-bub but secluded and quiet enough to hopefully do some good work in. It's well-lit, has a restroom, microwave, and couch. If it had just a bit more, I'd have quit my lease on my apt already. Anyhoo, I'm defeating the point of waking up early and working out to start a great work day if I continue to write crap here. So ta ta!

[Unrelated note: typing "Anyhoo" just now reminded me of the time I sent out an email to a lab mailing list with the wrong url (I meant http://www.anywho.com) and when I realized my mistake, I went to the page I had suggested (http://www.anyhoo.com) and found it was porn! All I can say is I hope my PI didn't think of that when he wrote my letters of recommendation for graduate school...]

[10:58am : note to self : bring some toilet paper and towels tomorrow...]