With an hour and 20 minutes left to work, i am selectively bored. i contemplate all the other places i should be right now. Venice needs me! Paris awaits my return! i chew on the straw in my coke. the fourth cher song of the afternoon fills my head and i gaze longingly at my cd player, napping so comfortably on the edge of my desk. these afternoons when i have not one paper to file are such torture!