I could . . .
I could write a freaking novel here - if I have the content - in about a month, and all during work hours. Alas, I don't have the content. So instead I surf about my favorite online community (no, I'm not telling you what it is) and get in cat fights with middle-aged, ugly, bitter women who dislike me for no apparent reason. It's actually kind of fun - especially when other people come to my rescue in thorough and eloquent ways. Then the middle-aged, ugly, bitter women say "go figure, an intellectual being condescending". Better than a dim wit being condescending, don't you think?