Huber 1964 Journal Nov 28. This is high trypsom. Ah... but the truth hurts. I remember reading once upon a time that to get hired by this project all one has to do is inhale and exhale. This seems to be true looking at the majority of my fellow workers (this is not excluding me). Here's another big joke for the books. A project that sends its personal to study birds with binoculars into the field to [illegible] that leak. Arrgh what a terrible mood I'm in. I would like to go to sleep but I can't. I feel like getting drunk but I can't stand alcohol. I feel like going to an offshore island alone and banding all night. I can't even do that because the birds have left. I could skin birds but I don't think I could stand to be face to face with a bird that needs to be skinned for a few days yet. After 600 birds the only ones left that I enjoy [illegible] put up are Shearwaters and Petrels and I don't get many of them. I could read a book but I've done that all evening and when I look at the number of the page I am reading and see it is 512. And then look at the last page in the book and see 1599 how can I help feeling depressed. Also after reading a letter from a