how can it possibly be only 2:39 pm? haven't i been in this flourescent-lit tomb for far longer than the clock suggests?

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boy. yesterday was the best. sick day. i mean, aside from being sick, it was the best. fresh air in my lungs, books that inspired me in my hands, coffee that didnt' suck in my mug.i find it difficult to be at all motivated to drag myself into the other lab to aliquot out sterile water into the myriad bottles that await it. pull up, up, up on the filter, push down...drip...drip...drip...down again...drip, drip, drip...fluttering eyelids, wandering mind...certainly not a job for a human. not this one at least. but i know that as soon as i get out of this place around 5 pm, my spirits will lift. i'll gaze out onto the heavy clouds sitting atop the berkeley hills..i'll get onto san pablo and head south toward oakland. i may have to stop on the way at arizmendi co-op. the best bakery in the east bay. to grab a corn-cherry scone or a red-pepper-asiago cheese roll....mmm.