i worked from home today. in my bathrobe. and opened the fridge every 10 minutes. because it was friday. because i can.
and then a string of small things happened which included me stubbing my toe, erasing a word doc, and forgetting a birthday which led to this big feeling that we all sometimes get that doesn't have a name. i always refer to it as a 'liner note emotion'. and there it sits. that feeling. and then you do what shouldn't be done. you start thinking. and if you're like me, it's totally existential:
"what am i doing here in this robe writing this press release?
who cares about a valentine's day dinner?
st. valentine was a prisoner and what we call valentine's were actually his cries for help.
maybe we're all just prisoners crying for help.
is this was love is?
a cry for help.
is it? is it!!!
well then i don't want it."
this is probably why people get up and go to the office.
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