The air conditioning is broken at work and I've already had to be here extra hour today. The building manager doesn't know when it will be fixed. Five more hours to go. The only work to do today is intricately unravel enormous HTML tables that five preceding generations of people who don't know what tables are have somehow mashed into existence.

I want to go get a grocery store sandwich, but what right to I have to bring a grocery store sandwhich into such a terrible world?


The first fish in space was the mummichog. This keeps me sane.