There's a massive QA effort going on here now and the office is full of people. For some reason, the addition of 2 extra people to the room I sit in has given one of my founding officemates (as in she was here before we were, not as in she founded the company) license to be super extra loud. It's now so fucking loud in here that even Gorrilaz 19-2000 at high volume isn't enough to drown out the ruckus. Good thing I don't have any work to do. Oh wait. I have a shitload and can't concentrate at all.

I could ask to move, sure, but there are no places left and with years of fighting carpal tunnel and finally winning, I am loathe to do anything to jealordize a situation that leaves me relatively pain-free at the end of the day.

I read Nicholas Sparks' books (yup, I like mindless fiction most of the time. All those years of thinking hard in college wore out my brain. The first 2 years after college I read nothing but every piece of lesbian fiction I could find) and am always irritated at the way he leaves one sentence as it's own paragraph throughout the book as if it's super important.

Then I realized I do it too.