I came to work this morning at 7am. It's 7:10pm, and I'm still at work. But I've been thinking about this post all afternoon, and before I leave, I wanted to jot this down, even though it's an incomplete thought, because, It's 7:10pm and I'm still at work.
I've been needing to talk.
It's not that I have anything particularly interesting to say. And it's not that I don't have anyone to talk to--I am constantly surrounded by people. People that want to talk. People, that I have a hard time stopping them from talking. Talking to me.
And yet, I've been needing to talk.
Does this make any sense? I know for a fact that I've bored at least two people TODAY with my ramblings, but the interesting part is that I knew what was happening, and I couldn't stop myself. Hmm...
..and all the patterns in it either scare me, or are insanely ugly. Like, think of something you own, or even knitted, and multiply that times 365 and then add fun fur, and whaa-laa, you'd have this calendar. But the reason why I keep it, is because it tells me in bold letters and numbers that I can see at 7:10pm at my desk that today is Monday, March 5, 2007.