It’s Saturday night, just past 4am.

Right now, I could be:

• In my bed, sleeping.
• In my bed, not sleeping.
• Somewhere in the world’s largest city, getting drunk, dancing to loud music, watching girls in Japanese schoolgirl outfits wrestle in jell-o. Possibly all of the above.
• In the middle of the desert, doing drugs and discovering my inner totem animal.

Instead: I am in the middle of an empty office lab overlooking deserted downtown-Tokyo, staring at a monitor, running Support Vector Machine simulations.

Something, somewhere, went very, very, horribly wrong with my life.