Good afternoon. It's 5:13pm, and I'm back in the studio. It almost feels like I never left the way they whip you back into shape here. My roommate and I had quite a languorous lunch earlier today consisting of cafeteria ramen and a cold latte each. Our lunches are always like this, even if we've got places to be and things to do. Conversation about whatever project we're suffering on, whatever political state our country is suffering in, whatever unimpressive plans we have for the day, all interjected with bouts of people-watching and coffee sipping. There's a few regulars we...