From the Trenches

We think we might be developing a case of Trench Foot. We have not changed our socks since 7am yesterday. We know, this is disturbing. What disturbs us of course, is that we are the ones suffering, not you.

Meanwhile, we ended our work last night when we realized we'd lost 20 minutes. It was simply gone. Again, the conference table acted as a bed.

To fully understand our sleeping conditions, yuo must consider the conference room has no windows, and is essentially a square room. The walls are bare, and the only light comes from overhead. When the lights are off and the door is closed, the room is more a crypt than anything else. This is where we sleep, Like Lenin.