Aside
from the Super Furry Animals song I’m playing in the background at a
volume best described as “ambient office music level”, I hear the
erratic humming of the airconditioning system and water dripping from a
faucet in a comfort room across my workstation. I could’ve sworn I
also heard the guttural bellowing of a Tauntaun and the faint wailing of a Banshee a couple of seconds ago.
It’s
past 10:00pm here as I write this and don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind
staying in the office past business hours but what I do mind is staying
here alone. It’s
fucking creepy here with all the weird noises and random things like
scissors and staplers falling off other people’s workstations.
Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.
Let’s talk about babies shall we? But fuck, babies freak me out too dammit. I mean, they come out of vaginas for chrissakes. That’s where men put their penises to make them! That can’t be right!
Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.