I wandered out from the monitor meeting and hung, all be-jittered, in the break room for a while. Motley showed up,
Overtime's coming up fast. I opted for a little, because gods know I could use it. Fortunately, it starts just as

I was on the phones, and the lag time managed to give me several belated morning pages, and the usual three pages of written

Figment explained his Doom aura: aside from the obvious (which he did not mention), he also had a physical exam for a potential new job lead, which exam involved a 12+ hour fast, blood drawn, and physical exercise on top of that. Ow.