The Bloody Doors Off

Okay, technically it’s 4:15, and it’s only me here.

I’m at work.

And I’m seriously bored.

There’s nothing to do. Except spin in my chair. Which I’ve done.

Should’ve brought a book.

I’ll have plenty of time to read those soon enough.

I’m not good at being idle.

Praying for work to come in, and I don’t think it’s gonna happen. Took a walk upstairs and there were only two people working, and they said they had nothing for me.

So starts the last week of my contract. I can already feel myself checking out.

Someone stimulate me.*

*Put down the cattle prod. I meant intellectually.