November 30th, 2006

murder

a good day for elsewhere

I am cold. I wore a knee-length skirt to work today, which appears to have been a mistake. It seems like there is an arctic breeze under my desk, chilling me from toes to hips. This isn't actually possible- there's nowhere for the airflow to originate. Doesn't stop my legs from freezing, though.

I am cold and distractable. I don't want to do work today. I have been here for an hour and forty minutes now, and I have done approximately ten minutes worth of work. The rest of the time, I have been sifting through livejournal archives or reading webcomics. I don't want people, particularly not coworkers. I want an empty house, a bathtub full of hot water, books I haven't read, a cat, some food.

I am cold and distractable and hungry. I have eaten no breakfast. I have no food. I took the last granola bar from my desk drawer yesterday. Vending machine food is available to me for a price, but I want fresh baked bread with butter or a scrambled egg sandwich or biscuits with sausage gravy.

I shall walk to the kitchen and get some hot tea.