muted

twelve point five percent

it took me just about an hour to do my work today which meant that i had seven excrutiating hours to kill. i did a lot of staring at my monitor in between games of spider solitaire and trips to my easily exhausted corner of the internet. martha im-ed me but i didn't have the energy to engage her past supersimple answers to her questions. jose emailed me but i decided it was in his best interest that i not reply (sorry, man). no giggles floated from my cube and the only shushes that escaped were in return to the few rich threw my way (gotta love him). it certainly says a lot about the quality of drew's photos that i was able to muster the oomph to email him my appreciaton of the newly posted ones.