Suddenly I can't take any more of this. Or rather, I refuse to take any more of this, for the rest of today. If I spend one more second writing stuff to order, my last vestige of humanity will disappear and all that will be left is something more or less in the form of a human being, but stuffed with straw and propped sitting up in front of the computer.

I'll behave tomorrow. But for the rest of today, it's swordfighting.