So… here I am at work. Stuffed up. Coughing. Blah. But here I am. Do I want to be here? Not particularly, no. So why am I here? Responsibility. Guilt. Frustration. Lack of direction.
Unfortunately, I’m also out of tissue. Oh, and I’ve managed to crash my computer at least once today. I do have some instant oatmeal I can make here, but no spoon.
Playing email catch-up.