Alright, I’m back. It’s not that I think I’m more interesting now, it’s that my personal standards for interesting-ness are now lower than ever before. Whee! This is what is in the middle drawer of my file cabinet at work. You see my precious precious rubber band ball, begun just the other day. It’s a tradition I have in office jobs: decide to stay and work there, but ONLY if a rubber band ball project is begun at the beginning of employment. Then, a few days, weeks, months or years later, present said rubber band ball to boss upon leaving the company. It gets em every time.