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| Friday, feb 22, 1:15 pm (at work)
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The headband I'm wearing that makes me look sixteen with the pants and shoes that aren't my own with the impossibly mature red orange turtleneck.
and I'm sitting in a cubicle.
with an empty cup of coffee.
staring at AAA logos
and enjoying the solitude while everyone is out for lunch.
My trips out are reserved for the bathroom and the vending area, but still, I feel some sort of independance. A strange freedom.
despite all the snow.
and the cold weather.
and the homework.
that will all make this a boring weekend.
Not to mention the ever present exhaustion, never helped by sleep.
I am happily pondering my evening with the dog, though there are occassional pangs of guilt for not being a more social person, but alas, some things never change. I could blame it on my current exhaustive state, but I'd just be kidding myself. The most exciting things I do I do alone, which makes for boring conversation.
Is there something wrong with this?
Stop thinking that. It doesn't even matter.
I do lots of things that will continue in the memories of the people I meet. And that is enough.
And sometimes, for very definitive moments, I am happy.
Particularly thrilled to be alive.
Despite my body's constant reminders that someday my luck will run out.
and now we've come full circle.
Back to work.
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Posted by krista on 2008-03-07 23:15:08 | Rating: | Views: 51
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