I'm having a weird bout of nausea, yes, as I write this. Why the hell am I still in front a computer? Masochism and inertia rolled up into one. Also to keep up the illusion of working. I ought go home early but the thought of riding MUNI would only make the condition worse. The leather couch in the corner's looking good. I think I need to get a job that doesn't involve a computer. Is there such a thing? Do I have to learn something about gardening? Maybe I can be a SIDEWALK INSPECTOR. I bet that has a good pension plan.