02.03.25

5:19 p.m.

i think maybe i want to run out of here.

really all i've wanted to do all day is listen to housemusic. maybe, in bed with the windows open. maybe drifting in and out of sleep. eventually, maybe, spinning some records and drinking some coffee.

i don't know. today i am sad. and when i am sad, the only thing that makes me feel better is housemusic. but ofcourse, today is monday. and on mondays i am at work. and housemusic doesn't really happen at work. except on the lunch break. the housemusic happens on the lunch break.

and on the lunch break i was fine. sitting on the back steps of the hyatt, the headphones on, french house pouring through. for that hour all was well.

but now, as before, not so much.

and now, with this guy around me- having problems and desiring my assistance. and honestly, i could care less. i could care less.

i don't care about that burning smell. and i don't care about your project. i don't care, because i am on strike. i have gone home, mr. needy.

and honestly, i want to ask him to keep it down. he's making far too much noise for what little work he is doing. it would be worth it to just see the look on his face, maybe. maybe.

anyway, i am sad. have i mentioned this? yes. sad. and i'm not really sure why. i'm not really sure why and that's the biggest problem.

the biggest problem because, if i knew why, i could maybe fix it. but i don't. so i can't.

i don't know. i'm meeting people after work. maybe the company will help with the happy.

hopefully things will brighten up soon.