here i am. still at work.

i am unwell. mentally. physically.
and unexcited.

i have brilliant pieces to write right now. normally i would have gone nuts in putting them together and getting the job done. would have smoked an occasional cigar after work.

i cant bring myself to work. i cant bring myself to begin.

i want to be left alone. i've communicated too much.

i'm feeling the need to reccuperate.