98. Losing Mind

my brain hurts.


between the constant grey sky outside, the fact that nobody is on the same floor as me except for a certain employee who just stops by sometimes and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks to the point where i want to poke my eyes out and rip out my ear drums and another employee who uses the phone across from my desk to leave messages for people and finds it necessary to repeat himself nine times (i counted) and the fact that time is going so fucking slow..........


i'd rather watch cement dry.