In which we dabble in found poetry, then have an '80s flashback.
|Donuts. The universal cure.|
These random emails were pulled over an indeterminate amount of time, and edited as lightly as possible.
I should note that my inspiration was that crowd-sourced sonnet over at American Scholar. The first line is, 'How like a prison is my cubicle,' and if that doesn't tap into the zeitgeist of a work day, I don't know what does. Even when one works in a pleasant office with nice people.
This is not the first time I've used The News as the soundtrack for a creative work. Huey.