Okay, I now officially have a new definition of hell. Imagine, if you will, getting up at five am on a Sunday morning in a house which currently has no working washroom facilities thanks to ongoing renovations to head in to work for ten hours of sitting and staring at a bank of computer monitors. Imagine that the showers in the work locker room refuse to heat up. At all. Now imagine that around hour five or so of the very, very long shift somebody fires up the projector to watch a bit of television and what they turn to is the TBS edit of Costner's The Postman. My brain!!!!! It's melting!!!! Arggh!!!!