No it's not the title of some lame Walt Disney animated film. I have mouse burn. What a pathetic new age injury. But it's also proof of how hard I've been working of late. Maybe I should pop into to hr and find out about their mouse burn policies? The picture just doesn't do it justice. I made a little girl scream in horror earlier. Or it could have been an intern, whatever. The big moment is at 3:30, so say a little pray, do a little dance, or I'll have to keep slaving away and next time you'll be able to see the bone!