Do you ever find yourself sitting at your computer on a surprisingly chilly Friday in May, weather for which you find yourself a tab bit underdressed, fighting that overwhelming urge to discontinue writing that textbook since your manager is in Atlantic city, staring at the computer screen, listening to some idie-rock one hit wonder from 1995, thinking of how you
could and
should be so productive since you made your own goddamn deadline...and the book really needs to be published...and suddenly the air conditioning clicks on and you think what would Greg do?
Yeah, me too.