Today was a shit day at the office. One of those days where you kind of feel brittle — Like one more dumbass fucking comment, criticism, question and you’ll snap. Snapping might mean walking out the door, spewing obscenities or simply weeping.

I did none of the above, because I was just too fucking lazy and apathetic to commit to emotion.

In the end, you gotta wonder if my lizard brain was just processing the annual event that generally affects me more than my own birthday or New Year’s Day. I mean what makes you think about passing time and wasting your life and futility (and their collective relationship to crappy office work) than the death of someone who gave up.

I’ll be fucking goddamned if my final legacy is the ability to label and organize folders.

Maybe my salvation will be swell phone manners.