On days like today, when the sky is as blank as the paper in my laser printer, the air as thick with moisture as my bath towel on a Saturday night, and the fields, houses and foliage along the roads I travel from work to home as lifeless as the scenery in an old tintype, I just want to curl up on the couch with a cup of hot cocoa and watch some Azumanga Daioh. Chiyo-chan! You go, Tomo! Get it together, Osaka! Miss Sakaki, you're so cool!