I worked at the main office the other day. Didn't pull out my laptop; instead I went to the journal. It was nice. I'm going to have to make a habit of it. I'll be working at the main office in a couple months. Returning to commuting. I'll miss hanging with the boys every morning, and seeing my mom and dad. I guess I could walk over there, but then it's an event. When I go over now it feels like we all just live together. My mom will still get mad if I don't say hi. She's done with me acting moody. No time for that nonsense.

Staring at a blank screen wondering what my dreams mean listening to random music wondering if I like it or want to like it tired of choosing everything that enters my head curator of emotional responses favorite shirts are fading fraying justify another purchase somehow I still have plenty of black button up shirts bonus hard to visibly stain

And I can be pretty good at something if I tried real hard I could be good at you