Wow - I’ve been sitting at this damn desk for too long working on one damn site revamp, and my brain and backside are numb. Even the lovely walk (Spring is *so* here - half the trees don’t have all their leaves, but it’s hitting 80 degrees.) I took on my lunch break has faded into oblivion. I have this urge to shoot rubber bands at the head of marketing and bb’s at the daughter of one of our photographers. (Yeah, bring your kids to work all you want people, but keep them *away* from me! I have too many distractions as it is.) I’ve never longed for an office before, but if I had an office, I would have a door. That I could close. Today, that is a very nice thought.

It occurs to me that I’m rhyming way too much - this may be another sign of my impending mental collapse.