Ugh. Suddenly feeling ill. This is going to be fast—and boring.

Wondering if sudden nausea has anything to do with working till just now on a Word document that was so bloated that every action after the mouse click was delayed a quarter of a second or so.

God, I'm really starting to hate computers. I want my next career to be in the physical world, using gross motor skills.

I worked from home today, which was quiet and restful and made me think I want to work from home more often—until the work just didn't end. That is the problem with my job: I could work non-stop for days and never get caught up. And that is the problem now with working from home: It's midnight, I've been working all day. There's nothing to stop the work if you're working where you live.

I've been had by the whoopie pie at Quinn's. What I thought was a provincial manifestation of nostalgia is actually a national fad, so much so the New York Times wrote an article about it—with recipe!