Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Grind

Today on the train is "Look quizzically at your phone day," as though we are all in a spy movie, and everyone's phone just gave them instructions to strangle the person to their left.

Post-vacation depression is a real thing, not treatable with medication: I just need left alone to my 300 or so emails. Let me readjust to this sterile existence and try not to make eye contact with me. No sudden movements. No loud noises. 


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