Friday, August 29, 2003

Sharing an office with Malcolm McDowell 

My new co-worker, Christina, just made an interesting observation about our working conditions. She suggests that we are the subjects of intense psychological testing. It's grotesquely hot, the room is being pumped full of toxic fumes (from the fresh paint next door), and there's incessant banging noise (coming from the construction). Soon, I expect they'll have our eyelids propped open forcing us to watch horrific images flash on a screen while listening to Beethoven.