Do I attack the monkeys, or do the monkeys attack me? Does it matter?

[varadia]

I'm in lab. My feet hurt. The room smells of moldy crap and chloroform and ether. I got to go to That Fish Place today, which is an interesting story for a later journal entry. And I want to write a poem.

Also, the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz are funny.

Yep.