In only two days, Agent Yellow and I have watched the complete first and second seasons of The Office. It's completely unnecessary to do the math on that.
Speaking of math, Yeller did a rough count of the number of e-mails we've sent each other throughout our not quite six-month roommateship. (Okay, fine, landlord/tenant relationship. Happy now, Slumlord?) A little over 1100! How many of those have been of actual importance? About eight.
My recurring stomach aches have finally forced me to take drastic measures. I have a doctor's appointment for Thursday. Today I must go without oatmeal to determine if it be the culprit. Needless to say, this has put me in a very strange position in which I will be concurrently dreading and hoping for a a stomach ache all day.