A Saturday Afternoon Muse

I finally managed to sleep for more than 6 hours, despite the heat. During the entire period of me sharing a room with WQ, only twice that I woke up later than her, regardless of the time I (and she) go to bed:

First, when I only slept at 6.30 am after debugging for a missing line in my mesh generator code.

Second, today when I woke up at 9 am, decidedly switched off the alarm, to wake up again later at 9.38 am when she entered the room from a shower. I slept at 3 am, so yeah it is more than 6 hours.

Cambridge has been solid hot these last few days. I can't even have a breakfast in my room. It is excruciatingly wind-less. The air just does not move. Does. Not. Move. While temperature has dropped to 26C at night, with 3 windows opened, there are still NO WIND. You feel suffocated, stuffy, and raging with emotions. I didn't buy an aircon, since I am leaving soon. My friend slept in his office last night with his barren sleeping bag. It's that bad.

Yesterday afternoon it was 37C, according to WQ. Lucky I was in the library. I spent too much time in the library now, thanks for the aircon and the fact that this is summer holiday -- I always get the private room.

Last night it was slightly OK, at least compared to previous nights. Further, at 2 am I received the following e-mail (only an excerpt):

"...I read chapters 1 to 5 on the plane. Everything looks quite good. I am pleased with the thesis and you should be too...."

That comes from my ever hard-to-please-cum-perfectionist professor, making it more meaningful. Finally, my dream is free from thesis+revision+thesis+revision. But still, last night I dreamt that she gave me a B+ for my thesis. I honestly won't be satisfied with that, this is my final lap to conclude my GPA and I don't want to mess with it. So yeah, fingers-crossed.

I am in library now, avoiding another hot day in my aircon-less room. I feel like an animal in the zoo. MIT is one of favorite tourism hot-spots in New England. Especially in summer, the swarms of people taking pictures and wander around the campus are increasingly countless. Add to that the fact that I am in a private room -- glass door and windows.

I am so tempted to put a sign outside: "Please throw nuts and chocolates and ice cream to the pretty ape inside. She almost suffers from a mental breakdown from thesis-ing too much."