Smoking: Not enough (Camel Menthol Wides)
Reading: work related documents


In the absence of proper glucose levels, certain activities produce necessary effects required for proper relaxation. Now, this can be a problem when I forget where the Newports are and have to rely on my backup pack of cigarettes, which tends to diminish quickly. So, in the absence of proper tools necessary for relaxation, stress tends to increase with the idea of little funds. In fact, I spent my last bit of stolen money today. But I'll pay you back, somehow.

The thought occurs that I could do without on my final break, but that would be ridiculous. I save the last one, pack up my things, and head back and try and repopulate my brain with ideas of venturing once more into the literary realm. Forays into what can be considered tripe for some, but relaxing for me. I end up typing out what I can, thinking about the keystrokes. What if there's a key tracker? I watch what I say, not that I would have anything to say negatively anyway, I like my job. Pack up your belongings, people, it's time to resume troubleshooting.


Every one's antsy and bored. Every one's clueless but confident. There is talk of transactions and meet-ups and things that could get you fired if it were in writing, or earshot of someone that cared for that matter. I put on my aviators and stare forward and forget what I'm looking at I listen intently to the sounds and people around me. When I do resume eyesight, I notice the facial expressions, the mannerisms, etc. of the people I work with. We have a diverse bunch here. Interesting, to say the least.


Conversational grammar is abandoned on the glass monitors, so people seek out other people in order to talk in a more relaxed state. The common vernacular heard around here is embarrassing. Whatever.

The thought has been lost.

Point is, I'm super stressed out and for no reason. Everyone go away. 'Cept Kate.

Blah.

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