The table of the diner had a large, brown stain on it, and he couldn't help thinking it almost looked like a face, judging him almost as hard as he was judged himself. The bouncing of his leg made the table shake, and the face with it, so it sort of looked like it was laughing at him - only making the bouncing worse. He stared at his computer, the virtual, empty page screaming at him in the darkne...