This job is killing me
In what is apparently my ongoing attempt to reference 2001: A Space Odyssey as often as humanly possible, I’ve recently begun conceptualizing my brain as the HAL computer as it’s shutting down, pleading with no one in particular to stop the process. Please, I hear myself saying (in some kind of interior monologue, which is a voice not unlike that of the actual H-A-L computer, although slightly more suave if I don’t say so myself), don’t do it. The Walkmen sing, this job is killing me, and here I find myself with the bloody shirt stain wound and the dying. It’s just another day in Info Systems. All systems go.