Could I get that jukka theme dim settings for work? It's way too fucking bright here.

My body hurts. I'm walking slowly around the cubicles to the printer, like an old man at the mall. Tonight more so than other nights I resent speaking with Americans, brusque and bulldozing, making immediate demands. A bunch of rude fuckwads, most of them. The Europeans, primarily in the U.K. and Ireland, are a relief. Maybe they hate us, but I like how they're polite, (so polite!) and say "brilliant" to the most mundane action, like putting them on hold while I check with a vendor. It's like that where I work, anyway, most of the time.

I want to feel like Steve McQueen, back in the Bullit days, just for a while. A week. Fuck, even a day.