'Tis the hour of office witchcraft. That strange time when the copier starts jamming and the network goes down and everyone wonders what's really growing inside of Marco's coffee mug (that he "washes" evey day). Yes, folks, it's the unsung period of office weirdness (people who say it's 3:30 PM are just trying to leave early), when the lines between daydreams and blue cubicle walls begins to blur. It's a time when I have to focus and fight off the temptation to belt out the theme song from "Greatest American Hero" while performing my Flamenco dance moves...(there was the time when Marge was found in the nude throwing garlands out the window while shouting "Carpe Diem!"...).

Just for today, I can contain myself during the witching hour.