It’s My Own Fault…

I really should have checked my e-mail while I was out on my two-week vacation/wedding/honeymoon shindig.

As a result, I was faced with 276 mother-f’ing, godforsaken e-mails when I finally made it into the office this morning.  As of right now, I’ve whittled it down to 194, with the help of a closed door, my headphones and this playlist (courtesy of Project Crack Cocaine Playlist; I’ve really got to beat this addiction somehow).

I had to take a break at some point, though, so here is my moment of Zen: