III.2
You know, I'm really fine working here alone...except around this time, when for no explainable reason, it starts to get AWFULLY creepy. I had to move off the laptop because I would face the door, and I'd look up at the window (which is gridded with wires) and really, really expect to see something there. (Which reminds me: once while Ducky and I were here, she made zombie serial-killer jokes about the same sort of feeling. Obviously I must shave her head or some such punishment when she returns to the 'States.)
Otherwise, have done work. Have pages--don't I always say that?--but since working in Notepad without pagination, do not know how many. Will be putting in numerous quotes later, I feel. Right now am taking Fishman quotes since I can't...look...at the window!
Really need to get over strange sorts of fears. Or read The Gift of Fear and feel better about the whole thing.
ETA: Checked time, realized was afraid of sunrise. Did not realize I had vampiric tendencies.
Also, smoking outside with view of empty plaza, sun on buildings, chirping birds, no one around? So pretty!
Otherwise, have done work. Have pages--don't I always say that?--but since working in Notepad without pagination, do not know how many. Will be putting in numerous quotes later, I feel. Right now am taking Fishman quotes since I can't...look...at the window!
Really need to get over strange sorts of fears. Or read The Gift of Fear and feel better about the whole thing.
ETA: Checked time, realized was afraid of sunrise. Did not realize I had vampiric tendencies.
Also, smoking outside with view of empty plaza, sun on buildings, chirping birds, no one around? So pretty!