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Sigh.. I thought I'd managed to change my circadian rhythm, but after a long night dissecting fly brains, yours truly is faced with a choice between a half-hour trudge home in the freezing rain, and sacking out on the lab sofa inhaling the fumes from the just-varnished floor, tlak about hobson's choice... I suppose the efficient worker would've abstained from scouring the ether for cricket reports, (s)he would've also stayed away from the fortnightly quiz, probably skipped the Socialist party meeting, and would've been home and cosy by now - but hey, it's been a full day, so can't really complain too much..