I was lying in bed yesterday morning trying to go to sleep for the longest time but I couldn't, so eventually I got down, took a shower and went to play with the computer. I went to check my e-mail and play a little strategy game I got from Alexei, my MOCNESS boss, but for some reason I ended up with one of my Excel charts open and I was playing with one of the graphs. I then had a revelation of sorts. I knew that I couldn't "break" an axis to relieve overshadowing data points on a bar graph but I found a way to do it without really doing it. I just made the graph look like it had a broken axis instead of actually doing the deed. I was fairly proud of myself. I suppose this rush of happiness and pride didn't help my sleeping situation because I then found that I couldn't go back to sleep. At all. So I stayed up and did some more presentation work. It's almost done now and just needs a few finishing touches and some critics to look it over. Unfortunately there was not a MOCNESS cast today. When I asked Alexei about it he said that he wanted to save a cast for a more favorable depth and probably to save his sample jars for the later half of the 70 meter isobath run back to Dutch Harbor. That's fine with me, it gave me more time to work. The bongo cast was at half after four though so I came down to help out with the filtering which I knew would need to be done, and boy was I right. Of course filtering for water particles isn't that hard and we were done within half an hour. After that I just read a book I found in our library until breakfast. We had breakfast burritos this morning and they were very tasty with a little hot sauce and some salt.

The weather has been very, very favorable for the past 24 hours or so. There was a beautiful sunset last night and I was able to snap several pictures. The water's surface looks so calm and alluring right now. If you weren't guaranteed an immediate case of hypothermia when you hit water and if the boat would stay in place for a couple of hours and if the moon was made of cheese I'd have a good time in the water. So long as I'm wishing, I guess I could go ahead and ask for a magical flying unicorn. You know, at first glance, a magical flying unicorn seems kind of girly but when you really think about it, it begins to sound very appealing, but only if it were war-trained and had an attitude to match. And if it could talk. That'd be really cool and I'm obviously really tired to talk about magical sentient flying unicorns of war in this blog. I think I might stop while I'm ahead and just say good night. Good night.