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[dreamcatchings]

Nobody at work is happy. (I should clarify. Neither Jim, Wilbur nor myself are currently happy.) I'd go into details but my head is all floaty this morning and I've pretty much settled myself right down on my couch of apathy. I love the couch of apathy. It's not great, but it's comfy enough. Everything is just a touch out of reach, but you don't care. It smells but not unpleasantly.

It's just kinda here. And I'm kinda here. And neither of us is happy about that, but we're at least content in the knowledge that we can just kinda be here for each other.