we sat there around the table, mouthing words and muttering phrases that make no sense to me now. most of us sat there ineffectively as a blathering monkey attempted to spew commands to all who were willing to listen. i never discovered if he was ever successful in his task (he being that blathering monkey); my mind was swimming in a morning pool of post-sleep numbness and monday belligerence.
i floated in and out of different thoughts that sometimes pertained to the situation at hand. all at once my mind flashed on pouring maple syrup on pancakes, the lack of loyalty c—- now holds for the company, and how so and so looked with her “big puffies”. the hour long torture session consisted of many such amalgamated thoughts, while i continued to portray an indifferent face to those around me.
i am hungry, and have ordered chinese food. this is right after j—- tells me that he wishes i was dripping of sex juice. i guess that’s why i was laughing uncontrollably while i phoned in my order – here’s to hoping that there isn’t anything disagreeable swimming in my vat of sweet and sour.
days without a smoke: 1 month, 3 days
what time i got up: 8:45 am
how many unripe bananas i ate for breakfast: 1
Yaah really those unripe bananas can be hell…