I miss what it was. But it's dead now, and there's a corpse walking around in its skin, and when I'm away from here and among others who haven't made the switch, I feel like the only person at the party who noticed there's a slimy CEO in an ill-fitting snoo suit pretending to be our friend (sometimes).

Like any other dead thing, I can't bring it back, so I have to move on.

I notice I'm more productive now. That's nice.