It's amusing to me that on the first few days of warm weather in northern climates (say Seattle or Boston), people find it necessary to crank the air-conditioning down to 65 or so degrees. God-forbid an office temperature of 74 degrees, especially on the heels of winter. What also sucks is all of this sunshine. Fortunately, I work in a closet, so I can't complain about monitor glare or anything like that. Nope, the corporate world's got me in basement-(coffin?)-like conditions: 65, dark, cold, and damp. Nothing that a little Percocet wouldn't cure. Maybe Seattle's Best Coffee can grind a little of that into their roast. I'd buy it. Percocet, hmm, let see, we'll take the word perk and we'll combine it with the word copacetic, yep, see, it works: PERkCOpaCETic. Copacetic perks. Christ, somebody get me a job in marketing.

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.