In contrast with yesterday's post, I'm feeling pretty blah today. Physically, emotionally. I want to be at home in my pajamas. In bed. Asleep. That sounds ideal.
There's a woman in my office named Carol. She is probably the most genuinely nice person I have ever known. She always takes a moment to say hi, always seems interested--genuinely interested--in what you're saying, remembers things you've told her in the past. She's fantastic, and I wish I could be more like her. I mean, most of the time I'm content. But it's times like right now that I wonder how she does it. I'm sure she has her moments of confusion and unhappiness too--who doesn't?--but I've never seen them.
I don't know. Right now...right now I just don't know. About a lot of things.
Current song in my head:
"New York, New York" by Ryan Adams