3:00pm

We fly out of Cairo this evening. We've been quietly, but officially, asked to leave. I don't know how I'm going to finish my thesis ever at this point. Sarah insists it will be ok.

When we get back and find Everett, I am going to beat the living shit out of him. I'm convinced at this point that this is more his fault than it seems even. When I first physically demonstrated last spring that given only period technologies it was possible to pour a limestone mix much the way we pour concrete today, Everett complained. He insisted the only way we knew how to do this was because of other modern experience.

When the compositional studies showed to be in agreement with my mechanism, Everett insisted that the composition numbers I cited were bogus and should take them myself. Now, I'm in Cairo, I've taken compositions (which, if I had my books, would show that they matched up) and that prick Everett has had the site blocked to us and forced us to leave. I can't believe this.