This little guy really sums up life for me. Trying to balance peace of mind with the constant need for communication and chemicals to keep the mind going in an age where everything and everyone is at your fingertips.

He's been living on my desk for a couple of months now.

You sure he's not about to commit suicide? Seems like he's on the edge. You know as they say "kill the buddha when you find one", perhaps he's doing it himself for all of us.

Is he ordering more water?