Didn't our parents warn us about sitting too close to the TV set when we were kids and how it would deform our retinas into little pancake-shaped puddles of unfocusable goo? And yet here we all sit today with our noses glued so close to the Prussian-blue glow of our computer monitors that the gamma rays have to be braising our frontal lobes clear through to the pons.
Up against a book deadline today.
Nothing trivial. Just 120 pages or so. Plus a magazine article. And a book proposal. Oh, and assembling a 47 page report to refinance our property.
Kill me now.
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