On the phone. Doing very little. Twenty minute countdown to leaving my cube. There's plenty of junk on my desk to do, but that's not happening.
Sun's at my back. I can't see anyone's face from where I sit. My summer plans need to be changed. Even thoughts of this continuing all throughout the God-given beauty of summer makes me horribly sad
Over the last month or so I've stared at the blank screen a half dozen times. Impossible thoughts of how to explain where I'm at fly through my mind
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