Friday, September 30, 2005

Mornings

I go to work every morning, earphones in place, head buried in a book.
Totally antisocial.
Sometimes, i try to avoid bumming into any colleague cos making morning conversations are way too bothersome.

I notice that many people behave like me too!


Jon: Half an hour, Angie.
: Half an hour of what?
Jon: For half an hour, u could actually hold a decent conversation!

What is wrong with talking about sex and musings on human nature?

Talking about mornings, I should go to bed soon. Another work week as passed.
Can you believe that?
_____________________
"Tomorrow and tommorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."