You know that feeling you get when there's an itch you just can't scratch? Like, when you get it, it starts out a small easily negligible thing, something that you feel doesn't require much focus. Then that itch begins to grow worse as time goes on, eventually progressing until it reaches the point of burning excruciation that can only be relieved through a good solid scratch, which now when you need to do it the most, can't be done because you're either in public, or lack the means to scratch it. John Charles Alexander was experiencing that sort of itch right now, however the itch that ailed him wasn't a physical one, but a mental one. It had been two weeks since he'd gotten a new specimen in for study, and in that time not only had John completed every assignment thrown his way, but he'd even managed to complete the side projects that he had self imposed. Needless to say, John was stressed, and it showed on his person; His long red hair was unkept, even more so than how it usually looked after a long period of research, sticking out wildly in several places, his lab coat was wrinkled and sported stains on the sleeves and body, thankfully it was only from food and not from some ghastly chemical or entity, there were dark rings under his somewhat bloodshot eyes, a sign that he wasn't getting enough sleep, he chalked this off as too much brain activity with not enough fulfillment. 

John tapped his foot rapidly as he sat in front of his computer monitor, the air was filled with brief but rapid intervals of tik-taking sounds as John's fingers flew across the keyboard. He was typing out a request to the Department Administrator for permission to start work on a new entity, preferably a parasite or virus, though after two weeks of inactivity, he'd happily take whatever he could get. As he typed, John couldn't help but find something funny; he'd been given medicine to help him focus, to keep him on track when it came to completing the assignments given as opposed to working on his own agendas, and it worked like a dream, allowing John to finish his research with near record timing. Now however, that exact same medicine was making him focus on a complete LACK of assignments, bringing the word irony to mind. "Come on Homes, come through for me this time man, i'm dying here..." John muttered as he clicked send and exited out of the window. The researcher spun around in his chair, got up, and exited his lab, he'd done his part, now he could only hope that the Dept.Admin would give him something to occupy his mind.