like a blanket surrounding me, and no matter how much I scrabble to get out, its numbing effects are ever present. I access DiS to no avail, as I see that there is nothing I want to read. I turn to the bitter old woman that works next to me, only to be insulted. In order to break from routine, I take a trip to the water machine. En route I walk into a half open door. On returning from my quest for any kind of stimuli, I attempt a sip, which misses my mouth and dribbles onto my pants. I look like I've wee'd myself. This is the most interesting thing that has happened today.