One shouldn't worry so much what happened yesterday, because you never know what will happen tomorrow.

That is my advice to myself as I sit here, book open, mind a million miles away. I haven't quite made up my mind to end this distraction, so you might say I'm indulging a bit before the crack down.

From this view out of the MEB window, New Orleans is beautiful. The clear glass reflects the clear night, with a distant cathedral top fluorescently lit up. My own reflection interrupts the view, but an imprint, an outline. I can focus in and focus on myself... or I can look beyond, and ponder the woos of the world.

But either way, you see, the night is wasted... for chapter 6 immunology came and went... leaving me no wiser.