After hours stuck in a 4x6 cubicle I attack the pile of books neatly stacked on my floor, listen to music, and bide my time until Wednesday. Thank you to any and all deities for the invention of the iPod. Can't remember important things but can remember the most trivial crap imaginable (Patrick Nagel used more Payne's grey than any other painter). Me? I'm a walking contradiction. From time to time I fancy myself a writer and am incapable of answering in less than three sentences. Oh, and I'll dominate the conversation if you don't stop me.