it's sort of ridiculous quiet here today, a bunch of people are at a trade show, it feels like I'm visiting grandma, well visiting a stuffy grandma who maybe lives in a big old fancy house with lots of lace and things you aren't allowed to touch and you are expected to be quiet and whatnot.

the floor creaks like an old library, there are a few people who wander back and forth in here, I suppose at least that low creak keeps me from falling asleep. I swear, there's not a sound except for the odd clicking of a keyboard, a cough and that creak.



the problem with this extreme quiet is that it lets your mind wander which would be bad enough, but then you can find yourself actually zoning out and thinking about nothing, brain turned to cloudy mush.



It's moments like this that can really get you down, when you realize that day in and day out, this is what you do, this is what you will do, this is what you have done, over and over, there's no levity, no, well, anything. Sigh.