I wouldn't say I've been missing it, Bob.

Why I dislike being in my office so much:

But that’s probably colored by my general feeling about offices, which make me feel as though my spinal column is being pulled out, one long nerve at a time, through the base of my skull. It’s not the people, it’s not the job, it’s just the putty clutter, the eternal feeling of 1:57 PM that characterizes most offices, and all the souls staring at computer monitors. It’s like a factory where everyone has their back to everyone else.

On the top border of my monitor, I have taped an inspirational message from "Fight Club." It says: "This is your life. And it's ending one minute at a time."

When I log into Blogger in order to make a post, it asks for my username and password, and it has a checkbox labeled "Remember Me." While it obviously refers to it's ability to save your login information, I can't help but feel a twinge of techno-anxiety. More Grandaddy than Radiohead, like, who doesn't want to be remembered? Will Blogger be the only thing that carries a mental picture of me when I go, even if it's just until the cookie expires? Wouldn't it be easy if you could just tick a box on the humans you interact with: "remember me?"

See, I don't do well in an office environment.