I'm at work by myself today. The boss is interstate. I rode my scooter here for the first time, arrived late thanks to peak hour traffic, and then I had to make a trip to the ATM before I could afford a cup of tea. I suddenly feel exhausted. It's not yet 10am, and I feel utterly defeated. It all seems too much. Maybe I'll feel better after my tea, but right now I just can't seem to motivate myself to do anything. There just seems so much. I have to pick out orders, invoice them, call a bunch of people about overdue accounts. I also have to do something with tickets for three concerts that Aidan and I had planned on going to. I only want to go to one of them, so I have to find people who want one ticket to Bad Religion, two to Muse, and one to Machine Head. It all just seems so much to do, so much effort, when all I want to do is sleep for a year. I have to pull myself out of this self-indulgent wallowing. Anybody want to hear a joke? What's squishy and red and blue and has twenty tentacles? I don't know, but it's crawling up your back!