me first

my hands are above the keys for a minute before i start to type. i need a break and figure ill write something natural but then i think to myself 'is it natural if i have to think about it?'. i pause.

i start to type before i know whats coming out and the words start to flow, my arm twinges a little as ive had to take the sling off in order to be able to type at all.... it hurts but it had to be done. i pull the keyboard a little closer to save any further pain. i sip at my mocha, its mildly warm now but i still like it, its keeping me alert and alert is what i need to be, the work load is vast and the metaphorical weight on my shoulders is even heavier. the mocha keeps me standing and keeps me going.

i look around and wonder what everyone else is doing, emails? work? random internet sites their friends told them to check out, leaving comments to their friends in the hope that they'll get a reply before they have to get back to something productive? all things ive tried so i dont see why other people wouldnt be doing it.

i reach for my phone to check the time but then think its better to not know, better to just work and see how much i get done in the time i have, maye ill work faster that way i kid myself.

i have 2 watches at home and wear neither as i have y phone, when my friends battery died the other day he had no control over time unless someone kept him updated, maybe i should wear a watch i think..... i havent wore one in years but i could probably pull it off, besides - image is what you make it. you dont have to worry about what other people think of you in something, if you think it looks good, it looks good. as long as it isnt a 'salmon' shirt - its not salmon, its pink. trust me, its just another word for pink. it doesnt show your feminine side, you just look daft!

my soulder twinges again as i check a message and someones phone ironically sings 'please dont stop the music' as they hurridly stop the music in embaressment.

i like that note to end on.