Downtime! Who'd ever think such a thing possible, considering the intense craziness of the past week?
Now that I have the time, I don't have the stimulus. This is a rather creativity-sucking place to begin with, and since I already feel hung over from mucking about with my sleep schedule, my mind feels curiously vacant.
Dum de dum de dum....
Phaugh! Someone farted. I'll bet it was the girl at the next cubicle over.
Ok. It's gone now. Thank God....
What I hear is a chorus of hotel rates, the air exchanger, the clackity-clack of keyboards, and the ship-like creak of my headset. The room is dry and the air dessicates my skin, letting skin peel off my ever-moving lips in scales. Talking for hours at a time dries the mouth and withers the larynx.
Time passes....
Oh goodie! The computer systems died! This is always exciting.
I'll write more later when I feel more inspired.
Now that I have the time, I don't have the stimulus. This is a rather creativity-sucking place to begin with, and since I already feel hung over from mucking about with my sleep schedule, my mind feels curiously vacant.
Dum de dum de dum....
Phaugh! Someone farted. I'll bet it was the girl at the next cubicle over.
Ok. It's gone now. Thank God....
What I hear is a chorus of hotel rates, the air exchanger, the clackity-clack of keyboards, and the ship-like creak of my headset. The room is dry and the air dessicates my skin, letting skin peel off my ever-moving lips in scales. Talking for hours at a time dries the mouth and withers the larynx.
Time passes....
Oh goodie! The computer systems died! This is always exciting.
I'll write more later when I feel more inspired.
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