Bounce, bounce, bounce.  Soon, you slip into a serene, insensate trance…  You snap out of it only when your phone rings.  You banish the mist with a shake of the head and a rub of the eyes.  You check your watch.  Its 10:15.  You've been staring at your computer screen for nearly two hours.  With heavy dread, you answer the phone.  It's your boss.  "Where were you this morning?" he asks tersely, and continues before you can offer a half-baked excuse, "Please come to my office."  You agree, but feel a strong ambivalence after hanging up the phone.  Do you go to your boss's office, or find something sharp with which to inflict gory, fatal lacerations to your wrists?