Back in the MacLab:

I've decided that the MacLab is how I imagine Purgatory, though I think that Dante would probably disapprove. It's too warm and too crowded and there's no sunlight or windows. And often coding feels like Sisyphus' punishment (though I admit I am mixing my cultural ideas of afterlives here). I push and I push and just when I get the damn rock to the top, it rolls back down the other side, and I realise that I have to write yet another do-loop in Mathematica. Still, though, the MacLab isn't bad enough to be hell; at least I have email.

But after tomorrow, the only reason I will ever have to come back here is to get free printing.