SO. BORED.

Okay, so... I bitch when it's too noisy in here. But now? It's too quiet -- not the good kind of quiet, where you get lots of things done, no. It's the creepy kind of quiet. The kind of quiet you expect to find in a zombie movie just before they come out from behind the cubicle next to you and go, "Braaaaaains..."

And it could be entirely possible that I have too much time on my hands today. And the filter from imagination to fingers is broken.

::nods emphatically::