Disenfranchised by the monotone key taps of data entry, I made the decision to file myself under confidential waste.
In my cave of secrets I found peace-
-broken by the shredder to which I surrendered two fingers.
The blood loss engendered a shamanic state which triggered my inner yodeller.
It lead to discovery and my subsequent dismissal.
Listening to: Ohgr
Reading: The Midwich Cuckoos