it's bright outside this afternoon. my view is of the northeast's greatest theme park. the line of trees, that runs along the perimeter of the grounds separates the working from the vacation-enjoying american's and tourists alike, is swaying in the windiness that has defined this entire winter.
the window blinds spin shut in the director's office. my view is cutoff from me and the day is now highlighted by the hum of florescent lights and the clicking, tapping, hesitation between strokes and eventual pounding of keyboards and clicking of the left mouse button (i only include the left mouse button because currently there would be three of us who know what the right mouse button does, it's interesting how many differences there are between 20 year olds and 40+ year olds). let's not forget the array of various voices that i can identify without even looking at the exclaimer's face.
shit, it's time to get back to work.
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