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And yet again, I sit here at my computer, listening to the sound I hear when I stretch a rubber band out on my teeth. The net is down. I contemplate the nuances of my desk.

1. The two lower drawers only open when the top drawer is open. Which means anything in the second drawer is completely inaccessible unless I morph into Mr. Fantastic.

2. The unbelievably high levels of dust in this office mean that when I rest my arms on the top, they come off dirty. And don’t even get me started about the cleaner we have here. He doesn’t wipe underneath anything, he wipes AROUND. So at the end of the week there are silhouettes of objects such as scissors, rulers, pens, etc, scattered on surfaces.

I’m finished now.

Really.

I’m probably holding the record for complaining about the net being down.

Cesse.