Pickles.

I'm in a bit of a pickle. Monica has just asked me if i enrolled her for a course on Management of Violence, and if yes, what time and where. I, with all my heart, sincerely thought i did submit her name together with Joan's. But i didnt, apparently (i checked my email Sent folder). The course was full anyway, and Joan couldnt attend either (and so neither could Monica if i had submitted her name). So i told Monica that the course was full, but not that i forgot to put her name in. Mehh. I feel horrible. Please have mercy on my soul.

Now Bean is in a bit of a pickle. Mr Steely-blue Eyes has fallen in love with her, but she really only likes someone else. Now the trouble is he is nice and sweet and funny and geeky and keeps trying to get her attention, but she doesnt care for any of that and it's making her mad. While other man, it seems, doesnt like her that way. Oh man, Bean you have such delicious troubles. I wish i had them. Eh actually no. No no. Dont want. Now her other pickle is the creepy neighbour who also likes her, but is just plain sick. Now, that part of the pickle is not very nice.

I do think working in an office dulls the mind and uh unsharpens wit. Lack of sleep also does that(it also does a pasty complexion and eyebags, and hence need for concealer). Nothing seems interesting to write about anymore. There's no scope for imagination in this freezing, grey-themed, cubicle-filled place. That part of the soul kind of goes to sleep when it stays untempted by pretty things for a long time. I'm losing my sense of wonder! No wonder i dont talk as much, or ask as many questions, or dream as much. Instead, i generalize, condense, conform, rationalize, and simply become common. Which is why, i stand by my decision to quit at the end of the month and have a yelling time playing, and doing what i want to do, love people, love things, and laugh. Or else how am i going to come alive (which i was supposed to do when summer came)?

So yah, if you want me to shrivel up, turn a healthy shade of carrot orange, and be a common housefly, dont let me out of the office please.