Despite being ensnared by a fog of laziness sometime before I woke up this morning, I feel compelled to write something. However, given the fact that the computer hasn't been terribly good to-nite and I am tired and lazy, etc, I will keep it short. Work continues as usual, plenty of Salmonella flying all over the place, and more to come as well. However, call it further effects of the laziness, but I'm starting to doubt whether I really want to do this. I mean, I like thinking up things to solve and solving problems... but things never go right, there are always unforseen complications, there is always an associated level of drudgery... and I Have this horrible sneaking suspicion that I will never contribute majorly to the world of science. This corner of my brain says, just be content doing major surgeries somewhere, everyone likes surgeons. They save people on the front lines, sewing up hearts and arteries and such. Don't try to save the world, because if you fail then you won't have saved anything. Am I getting at anything here, or is it the lonely, depressive laziness talking?

On the upswing, I would like to note, for permanent record, that I now consider my arms to be at least as cool as my legs. No longer do I lack upper body strength! (I just want more, that's all.) And I got my pull-up to the nose level. Just a couple more inches to a real one! Bwahaha! Let the gym purge all intellectual concerns and worries! Reverting to caveman status! (cue the music from 2001, aka Thus Spoke Zarathustra, don't ask me how I know)

Ok, I've gotten silly. Good night, dream of happy things!