its 2:03 am.

So I have this awful feeling that my professor is going to turn around and ask me why the hell it took so long to carve lines into a slab of clay. I, of course, will then ask for more time to make 3 more tiles of equal size so that I can create a network of neurons (because that is clearly what I have carved in case anyone doesn’t see it) and then I can frame it all and mount it in my room.