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Sep. 17th, 2005 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeFancy multi-grain toast with organic peanut butter, chai apple butter, and strawberries. Earl Grey with little sugar, big milk.
I feel almost normal again.
Saturdays are made for sitting around and doing nothing, this is something I forgot in my whirlwind of working every weekend. This morning, I roused myself from the sleepy-warm cat pile curled on my bed, looked out the window and said, "Fuck it."
It's just not in me today to sit in the godforsaken office with naught but my cds and the ever-ringing phone to keep me company. Angel's not even there today, because she went away to the country with her boyfriend and his dog to visit her best friend (whose name is also Tara, at work we refer to her as 'special guest Tara').
My time card has forty-five hours or so clocked on it, that's suitable. Maybe I'll go in tomorrow for a bit, but right now, I'm just not feeling the work love. Which probably has more to do with the current political and emotional climate of the office, rather then any inherant laziness on my part.
I could do some cleaning in the apartment, maybe shift some furniture around, but I somehow suspect that I will wind up curled on the couch, clutching the squishy pumpkin pillow I bought in the grocery store yesterday and watching bad movies.
I feel almost normal again.
Saturdays are made for sitting around and doing nothing, this is something I forgot in my whirlwind of working every weekend. This morning, I roused myself from the sleepy-warm cat pile curled on my bed, looked out the window and said, "Fuck it."
It's just not in me today to sit in the godforsaken office with naught but my cds and the ever-ringing phone to keep me company. Angel's not even there today, because she went away to the country with her boyfriend and his dog to visit her best friend (whose name is also Tara, at work we refer to her as 'special guest Tara').
My time card has forty-five hours or so clocked on it, that's suitable. Maybe I'll go in tomorrow for a bit, but right now, I'm just not feeling the work love. Which probably has more to do with the current political and emotional climate of the office, rather then any inherant laziness on my part.
I could do some cleaning in the apartment, maybe shift some furniture around, but I somehow suspect that I will wind up curled on the couch, clutching the squishy pumpkin pillow I bought in the grocery store yesterday and watching bad movies.
