I Think That I’m Trapped…

I’m just sitting here right now. No agenda, nothing to do, absolutely nothing. I keep finding myself looking toward the clock in the hope that at sometime, it may be five o’clock. I honestly think that the clock is making its way the other direction though. So, in order to keep sane, I’m just going to keep typing until I either get carpal tunnel syndrome, until it’s time to go home, or until I just feel like quitting.

So, have you ever worked at a cemetery before. It’s extremely peaceful, yet, extremely boring as well. Hmmm, strange tasting piece of candy I just ate, anyway… I’m bored, someone help me, I feel so trapped right now. Trapped in this cubicle, this building, behind those tall sandstone walls. I’m trapped, help.

I’ve looked at the names of about five-hundred dead folks today, along with seeing two car accidents on my way to work. The first was right as I was coming off of the bridge, I’m pretty sure I saw blood spattered all over the road. The second one was roughly two blocks away from the cemetery, I didn’t see anything, so it couldn’t have been that bad.

Anyway, time for a break…

Ok, I’m back, but, I think I’m going to run over to my other office and get some coffee. I’ll be right back…

Alright, once again, I am back. I just had the best tasting fudge I think I’ve ever had. I’m pretty sure I just developed eight cavities upon eating it. But, whatever, it was good.

So, tonight, my friend Shaina is coming over, and I think we may do a little bit of drinking, not too much, I have work in the morning, but enough to make me sleep well. Anyway, until I feel like writing again, here this is, and I write y’all later….

~ by jonathancockrum7785 on October 3, 2008.