Passive Aggressive.

There's nothing quite like the moment when that obnoxious person in your office finally, at 2:30 or so, emerges from the cloud of her hangover and begins once again to narrate her entire waking consciousness in slipstream fashion, not allowing incidental pauses in cognitive activity to quell the never-ending stream of words. I know we're all in this together, and I know we have to live in harmony, and accept one another's faults and idiosyncrasies, but damned if I don't find my empathy tank completely drained by thoughtlessness and trivial annoyances perpetrated AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN. It's the complete lack of awareness that drives me up a wall. I'm actually blogging about this. My God how lame. How did we get here? Anyway, my iPod is handy, so I'm listening to Wolf Parade. But I resent being driven into my shell. So, how's your day? I just read The Gunslinger. I've been under the weather for a few weeks and wanted a comfort book. It was a spare read. Engaging, but a little plain-- everyone assures me it blooms into this incredible, epic tale, and I'm willing to take the journey. But I found the first installment to be a little like shadowboxing. We'll see where it goes.