*WHUMPH*

That's the noise my brain makes when four lineal feet of paper crosses my desk in an afternoon. (By which I mean a stack eight and a half inches wide by one foot high by four feet long.)

It's also the noise I wish the sky was making. I want my thunderstorm, dammit! In fact, I want to go stand on the sidewalk and be rained on, and then come indoors and dry off and feel less sticky all over.

And that's all about that.