I'm glad I left work, because I managed to clean up my kitchen and sit on the porch for a bit in the unoffensive weather. I came back in, opened up all windows and played old Coldplay albums until I felt sane again. Now I guess I'm competent enough to go back to work and get incompetent again.
I'm trying really hard not to buy a new wig, a 500-pack of candles, or any more Halloween decorations with what little money I have remaining. Everyone says I need a hobby. I tried reading my giant Edgar Allen Poe book 'cause tis the season, but I got really pissed off the first paragraph in. I couldn't understand a Goddamn thing he was writing. So I flipped to the poems where I fared better. Who doesn't understand The Raven?