Sketch: Late Night Lab Work
Tick. Tick. Tick. The punctuated drone of the lab was deafening in its own way, even as the highway noise had long since faded into the night. Ailing fluorescent bulbs crackled and buzzed in their unpolished housings, their harsh off-white radiation scouring the peeling drywall. A feeble window unit fought vainly to keep the humid ocean breeze at bay, periodically coughing stale air into the room. These were the worst possible conditions for a research lab, and Angela could only assume this betrayed the true value of her work. She sighed, gripping her head in her hands. The monitor burning in front of her struggled to make itself known against the glare of the overhead fixtures, lines of miniscule type crumbling like cinders into her half-written report. Her syntax had fallen into amateurish repetition half an hour ago, and she'd made nine typos in the past five minutes. Still, she was certain even another Monster from the campus convenience store wouldn't help her contrive sig