Sunday morning, a weary demographer was sitting in the lab clicking mouse rapidly and hitting ENTER fiercely as if she was at the very end of a deadly fight. Her eye was red, her mouth dry and her hair spread across the upper half of her face like pond weeds. Her loose jeans were stuff into the not-so-clear UGG shoes while her upper body was hugged by a fat down coat with greyly indescribable color.
