I feel so broken to be here late at night. Our conversations go from grad-student-speak to the grossest things we've ever seen on the subway and how that relates to Warhol's factory films... I feel like nothing here was made for me, like nothing is permanently mine I could glide in and out of here with only some extra gum under the desks to mark that I'd ever been here... I think that's what I hate most about these labs -- that I'm not comfortable here, with the "ergonomic" arm rests and specially formulated chairs for perfect six-foot dummy people who only exist in my architecture books.... I can't snack as I go like I can at home, I can't walk around the block or play with the cats wile I'm waiting for some broke-ass computer object to spit some more of my half-assed crap out. Like now, 11:09 on Thursday and here I am waiting for something to finish itself off so I can just go the fuck home already. My day's been something of a disaster -- the type that no ammount of lunch break in the park fixes... Home will be so nice. I just wanna go home, 'k?