style sheets, fire drills, lack of initiative, and iced mocha stains on my work clothes. i feel this amazing fear creep over me from the back of my neck and encroaching on my arms and ears. i don't know where it comes from. the sensation that there is too much information in the world and that i can not become a knowledge mecha maybe. and that the world is not perfect and that even the bubble i create for myself will never be perfect. today the interns joined forces for lunch only to separate sadly at the end of the hour...