I should pick lettuce for a living...

Apparently my time is worth less than than 27 32 39 cents an hour.

I'm going to pretend that walking home from Cambridge in the rain was an "adventure" and not just really, really stupid and/or stubborn.

In other news, I'm tired of wrecking my good shirts with ink spots. I wonder whether pocket protectors actually exist, or whether they are apocryphal?