not much longer

This is the most boring day of work ever. I knew that, but I came in early anyhow because we're wage slaves. If I didn't care so much about the rent and net bills, I would have come in at 5 and worked two hours. I'm hoping they will cut us soon. God knows there isn't work. Were the banks even open today? Who the hell is refinancing the mortgage the day after Christmas?

There is a beautiful sunset outside my window. I think I want to run away. My coffee smells better than it tastes. I have a new cup.

I'm reading The Lives of the Monster Dogs again, and I had forgotten how good it was.