Monday, July 31, 2006

I can't remember feeling this unmotivated before. The lethargy, the overwhelming desire to not get up from bed.. That overpowering urge to skip the bus and to head on somewhere except my office cubicle.

I should blame it all on this wonderful London weather we're having. Gray skies, damp, wet, and somewhat mucky -- the hanging promise of misery and tragedy. I love it. This is exactly the type of weather the Bronte's were so fond of writing about. The one thing practically missing is a moor.

Except instead of that, I have a cubicle farm. Sigh.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Coffee can do wonders, don't they?
Aside from skyrocketing your blood pressure,
it can actually poke a hole
in your brain
and drain all the stress
all the heartaches
and all the angst
to make the soul pleasantly empty
We should do this again, Kitty-pot! :-)