This collection of entries is from March 24, 2005.
OK, what the hell is going on with the space/time continuum in my immediate area?
I've been busy and working diligently in my cube. Normally, if I'm busy and productive, time flies.
I'm busy. I'm productive.
The hands on the clock are barely moving. There are hours left in my working day and it feels like its never ending. It's actually a little disorienting - I'm used to time flying and this slow progression of time just doesn't make sense.
Or is it the meds?
Woke up with a gross brownish sludge in moth, coating my tongue and teeth. GROSS. Despite some bad coughing jags last evening, I made it through the night quite quietly. Still feel like crap, though.