senatorhung's pad
ramblings of an information troubleshooter

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johnny felt like propping open his eyelids with 
toothpicks.  the sun had gone down hours before, 
yet he was still sitting there.  tap, tap, tap, 
click.  tap, tap, tap, click.  

while the rest of the world had gone home for the 
thanksgiving long weekend, johnny was enraptured 
by the little squiggles that steadily grew across 
his screen.  even the cheerful cleaning lady's 
arrival to empty his trash can failed to sway him 
from his stupor.  tap, tap, tap, click.  tap, tap, 
tap, click.  

around half past two, johnny finally looked away, 
surprised at the fury of the arctic winds hammering 
on his window.  he leaned back to crack his knuckles 
behind his neck.  with a weary exhale, he scooted 
forward to reach for the ergonomic beast that laired 
atop his desk.  

thirty seconds later, his hovering index finger 
finally gave in to gravity.  click.  he thought 
about making a run for it then, but johnny knew 
that he was finished.  the sirens had already 
begun blaring in the distance.