Flat Line

Doing some training with the Blue Meanies. Sitting at the back with my coat on as usual; this time, things got bad. During a bit about DB2 Stored Procedures I think I actually died. Tunnel vision, floating above myself and everything. If it had been ER a machine would have gone "PING!" and doctors and nurses would have rushed around pressing my chest and shouting "give him 2 mils of spanadone and FAST!"

Usually I just play solitaire and everything is all right.