I'm going back to work tomorrow. I can't take it anymore. My brain has atrophed. My body has atrophed. I know that one day back for a few hours should pretty much take care of any desire I have to be back at work, but it's definitely something I need to do. I certainly don't want to waste valuable summer time being bored; in two months time I'll be offering someone a million dollars to turn back time to right now.