Today was hell. Sanity slipping. 2 hours sleep + 8.5 hours work = hallucinations of ponies (several), increased eye twitches, and randomly laughing for no reason while the whole lab stares in confusion. I think I frightened the hell out of the new girl.

Girl: "where do I put these rolls?"
Matt: "Banana!"

Welcome to Wal-mart.

Some sort of subconsious autonomic programming kept things allright. Akin to the mammalian diving reflex, I call it "The Wal-mart coping mechanism"- Move over Freud.

See: Cognitive Map (p. 667)
Also: Conditioned response (P. 102)
This mechanism keeps you doing things as normal. You could be cruising on a head full of acid, and still know that Matte pictures with borders are channel 31. Familiarity builds confidence, confidence leads to a sence of normalcy. Tic-tac-toe.

Breathe
Smile
Matte or Glossy? Shit we're out of glossy. Adapt. Evolution at work.

The fine line between insanity and genius is relative. Genius=tightrope. Insanity a mine field below.
see: Bipolar disorder (p. 614-619).