CABIN FEVER
I'm at work. Got in at 5:30 this morning. It's 8:15, and I feel like I'm in a pressure cooker - not from the stress, but the utter absence of it. I wrapped my day up at 6:30 (I’ve automated what was previously a full day’s work for my team, so that a single person can complete it in an hour,) snagged a cup of coffee, and walked a mile around campus. Returned to my desk around 7:00 and cruised the internet for about an hour. Cabin fever is officially boring into my brain, and I'm clawing at the walls. It's not that I need to get outside in particular, just out of here. There has to be something different out there for me to do with my life than provide financial services for a broken system designed to cater to the eighty-five folks in existence I'd least like to serve.