when the highlight of one's blogging day is a morning post about urinal decor, one knows one's having a fairly detached day.
one spent one's day working on a set of spreadsheets from hell. one hates these spreadsheets because they must be done in an hysterically stupid way that requires one to type in formulae with minor variations (due to the layout and calculations required) and one cannot use excel's most handy multiple-entry features to make formula entry easier.
ah well. one has $30,000 of computer and stereo equipment to keep one occupied this evening.
one wonders why one is writing in third-person fuckwit, however.