Tick tick tick tick tick....
(And Jenny makes herself stop staring at the clock.)

Ah, what a week. Work: selling the short time you have to live just to buy more of what they're selling. I swore that I was retired. I did my six months of capitalist slavery a couple years ago. Supposedly though (and get this), usually people have to work more than six months in their lives. Damn. What a tasty fog of delusion I was living in. My body has been protesting the new energy uprising required for work, though it's four a m and I'm still wide awake. Obviously it hasn't been protesting hard enough. [sigh] Maybe I should sleep. No one is around to talk to anyway, besides you. And you're not saying anything....