Quiet

I am not sure I've said ... words in the past hour or two. I apparently have no one to talk to at the moment. I can't write, I can't work, I can't even enjoy stupid internet shit. I'm still in a pretty deep funk, and have been since approximately... Tuesday. Tuesday? Damn, that's a record since January of last year. Maybe it's to do with winter? Seasonal depression is a real thing! According to science. (Interesting finding; when someone is using the microwave in the Honor's Lounge, it kills my WiFi, which makes me want to kill the microwave. And I get to smell Mr. Fat-Bald-Man-With-A-Mustache's Pepperoni Pizza Hot Pocket™ ; is there no end to the joys of today?) Ugh, this is the kinda crap I should keep in a journal. Why not? I don't know, but I never really can keep a journal. I'll start for a while, but it'll just peter out. My best streak was with one that started in November, and that one lasted well into the end of the year. I've got a tiny bit of extra cash at the moment, maybe I can get another one and a good pen. I loved getting my thoughts down, and more than that I loved looking back on them. It was a nice way to kill a few minutes without looking like an idiot. That's the new plan then. I have a speech meeting in half an hour at Griswold, I'm still hoping that no one will show up. I also have a meeting with Phil that, while I'm looking forward to getting paid, I am not looking forward to his endless stream of questions. Especially at ten o' clock at night. full disclosure, I rescheduled first, from Friday to this afternoon. But, in my defense, FUCK YOU PHIL I'M SPECIAL I DO WHAT I WANT. You do not have the same privileges. That's an oddly spelled word. Oh great, Mr. Disgusting-Tomato-Sauce-Man going on another trip to the microwave. I will murder you with lightning. I just want to grab some food, go to my little hidey-hole, and watch How I Met Your Mother. And text. And watch porn. Is that so much to ask?! [EDIT] Mustache Man's burping is far, far too much to handle. Running away with my tail between my legs.