The Bloody Doors Off

With a million neon rainbows burning below me,
And a million blazing taxis raising a roar,
Here I sit, above the town,
In my pet-palliated gown,
Down in the depths
On the ninetieth floor

While the crowds in all the nightclubs punish the parquet,
And the bars are packed with couples calling for more,
I’m deserted and depressed
In my regal-eagle mess,
Down in the depths
On the ninetieth floor

Down in the Depths, Cole Porter

Being out of the loop sucks. It doesn’t help when others aren’t in the loop either. It can make for chaotic days.

I could’ve slept another two hours.

Can’t change things now. Just have to roll with it.

Maybe work will come in to distract me.