Work has been stunningly, painfully boring lately.

After two hours at work today, I’d already run out of things to do. I should rephrase that–there’s plenty of useless busywork I could create for myself to stay busy: the sort of thing that doesn’t need to be done and no one will notice or care if it happens or not. For obvious reasons, I chose to be bored rather than do any of that crap.

Being bored got boring, so I found a metal bar and smashed two old Zip drives into pieces. One of the pieces flew about twenty feet.

I have five hours before I’m supposed to leave.