I can't write anything lately -- my snarky bioequilibirum is all screwed up. I'm still trudging (well, biking) down to Foggy Bottom every day to sit in a cubicle and wait for instructions. This wouldn't be all that terrible, except a) the desk/chair situation seems to be causing my spine to turn to rock candy, brittle and sharp (bad for me); and b) the inspiration presented to me by the enveloping beige walls and empty corkboards results in little more than warmed-over Office Space rehashes (bad for you).

Yesterday was an exception, though! Thanks to our company's innovative LALALAICAN'THEARYOU approach to customer service, a set of lingering issues erupted into across-the-board programming crises and I got to take a one-day return to working from home. Admittedly, I had to put in 10 or 11 hours. But they were pajama-clad hours, dammit.

Anyway, while at this client site I use a different windows account, and I found yesterday that my normal account's browser has started to forget the URLs of the blogs I like to visit. This is surprisingly disconcerting, like not being able to remember your friends' names. And the result is that I feel like I can't definitively eliminate the possibility that I'm actually in the thrall of an evil wizard of some sort, and my friends are screaming "YOU HAVE TO FIGHT" because I'm poised to plunge the ancient relic of X into the enchanted somethingorother of Y and open a portal to Z, all the while thinking I'm just reloading the paper tray.

Fucking evil wizards. They're always pulling this kind of shit.