My idle thoughts of "being dead right now would not be so bad" and "FTS" attitude are drawing me to the donuts in the kitchen. Fear of a yeast flare-up is the only thing that's stopping me. The rest of me feels like it can't get any worse.
Aahhh nooo, now I want to cry. At least I get out earlier (4PM today), since I got in early thanks to almost-everybody-else-has-the-damn-day-off holiday non-traffic.