It's a holiday but I have to work. The office is bare but for us and a handful of others. Not even the new wallpaper can lift the gloom.
I don't see color. Food tastes like paper in my mouth. I raise my coffee mug to my nose, inhale a lungful, but I don't get the kick. I go out, but I see nothing but gray sky and smog.
I wonder--did I die and not know it? Why are the days so mirthless? Could it be my cold medication?
Monday, August 29, 2011
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