You stare at your ashtray and realized you must've smoked a pack in the last hour. For a moment, you feared for your health. Then you convince yourself that we are all slated to die, anyway. You're just taking the semi-express route to the pearly gates (or the alternative).
You could be working on the office assignment that you know your boss will be bugging you about in a few days. But you hate your boss and revel in seeing that vein in her forehead twitch out of anger. You'd risk getting a mouthful of scolding just to witness another one of her incessant tirades because you know your work is valued way too much for you to get fired. Then you think of why you haven't been promoted if you are amazing in what you do.
It's easier to conclude that she is a hateful bitch who is robbing you of the chance to the lifestyle (and salary) you deserve. It's just easier to think of it that way.
You're thinking of fixing the nth mug of coffee just for something relatively productive to do. Then decide that the liquid coursing through your veins has already turned 3/4 caffeine and fear that it would disqualify you from donating blood to Red Cross. You settle for a chocolate bar instead. Same difference.
In a few more hours, you have to be up and about as you start another work day. The mere thought just makes it harder for you to get some sleep.
So you decided to start off your own blog. At least now, you have a medium to fascinate the hordes of fans who are dying to revel in your thoughts. Then you realize that nobody even knows that you've started this goddamned thing in the first place.
Oh well.
