I can understand why people go crazy and smash up their PC's in the workplace. On days like this I frown out the window because the grey winter sky is more appealing than my work. On days like this you think it couldn't possibly be any more monotonous. On days like this I dream of wrenching the machine from the sockets and hauling it off my desk, showering useless pieces of paper and coffee cups and disks all over the cheap goverment carpet. I imagine the sound of my poky 14-inch monitor smashing through the window would be quite delicious, but not as sweet as the sight of it diving to the ground below, its innards exploding all over the pavement. Then I'd race down the stairs to stomp on the remains, just to make sure it was really dead.