Sitting, fingers glued to the 105 keys of my stock-black DELL keyboard, I excersize 12 muscles to plaster this characteristic ever-present frown on my face. From chain or spam emails, of which roughly 183,000,000,000 are sent each day, you may think that there are 42 muscles that contribute to a frown, but I assure you, it takes all 656 muscles in your body to express the level of disdain I have for this 2088 hour work year, of which I have sat for at least 3 years. Before that I sat elsewhere, though similarly, for an uncountable amount of years prior. Every single day melts together into those before and those after are carbon copies on the fax/printer/copier/scanner hybrid machines sitting in either corner of this 4500 sq. ft. office. I like to think in terms of decades, as the number 10 has always been partial to me. The blissful simplicity of the numbers zero and one is not lost on me. Sometimes I think that if my thoughts were coded in binary, then perhaps I could finally get a job that they reserve for computers, like the beautiful world of accounting, debt calculation, or change calculation at the roughly 3300 local Circle K’s down the block. Alas, words.