"Calculating the emergency venting requirements for a bulk peroxide storage tank sucks!
Well, actually, it blows!"

—Shingar, just now on IM

I have a feeling this'll go something like starting back at the gym after a long absence. The first day is exuberant and the next day sucks. The third day sucks worse, but then it starts to get easier.

What's hard is that by Monday night I'm completely enconsced in work again. It's not that I'm thinking about it every second, it's just that I can't think of anything else. My mind is blank, can't be recorded to.

Today's experience was job dissatisfaction. A single idea in thick black Helvetica that coiled nonchalantly about the jelly of my thoughts.

Too much bad news.