MotD: Corporate Telephony

In the beginning was the DEMO Project. And the Project was without form. And darkness was upon the staff members thereof. So they spake unto their Division Head, saying, "It is a crock of shit, and it stinks."
And the Division Head spake unto his Department Head, saying, "It is a crock of excrement and none may abide the odor thereof." Now, the Department Head spake unto his Directorate Head, saying, "It is a container of excrement, and is very strong, such that none may abide before it." And it came to bass that the Directorate Head spake unto the Assistant Technical Director, saying, "It is a vessel of fertilizer and none may abide by its strength."
And the Assistant Technical Director spake thus unto the Technical Director, saying, "It containeth that which aids growth and it is very strong." And, Lo, the Technical Director spake then unto the Captain, saying, "The powerful new Porject will help promote the growth of the Laboratories."
And the Captain looked down upon the Project, and He saw that it was Good!
--from fortunes

I hate to bitch like this, but I don't feel good this morning. I've got a headache from hell, a sore throat that won't go away, and the running commentary in my mind is just plain pissing me off at the moment.
The headache I can understand. My primary symptom of caffeine withdrawl, no big mystery there. I haven't had caffeine of any type since 3:30 PMish Thursday, so that means it's been about 36 hours; that's about right for me. Only another 5 or so to go before it subsides.
The sore throat is a little more vexing. I'd like to blame it on sitting around in the same room with Chel smoking all day on Thursday (since I woke up with it Friday morning); but she has the same deal, so I'm wondering if it isn't a touch of the crud. Just what I need going into my weekend to work, right?
The commentary, though; that's another story. Sometimes, I wish my monkey mind would just shut up with all the chattering. But no; I can't even get my own head to leave me alone. All my fears, failures and regrets; pounding my mind's ear in an unending litany of doubt and self-loathing.

And no, I'm not schizophrenic. The whole "voice in my head" thing is just a metaphor; or rather, a framework that internalizes my current predilection for learning aurally (by hearing) opposed to visually (sight) or orally (by speaking). When I was going through a visual phase, I "saw" the thought processes as an internal 'ticker
a la the continuously updating 'crawl' at the bottom of a news, business or sports channel; right now its manifesting as a soft whisper from over my ear. I've even had internal dialogs with the cliche shoulder devils/angels.