This is not a three dimensional object.
Neither am I, after today. First it was a client calling repeatedly to berate me for ruining her life (I didn't), then it was the scotch broom giving me an instant pain in the head when I went over to indulge in some animal therapy at the shelter. It's invasive, horrible stuff, that scotch broom. I hate this time of year because of it. No allergy med touches it. Aleve will tame the headache once I get away from the stuff, but then I go back tomorrow and the cycle begins anew. Blech.