1:15pm in Sonic office. Caught up, more or less, and out of my Monday mud. Sipping coffee, holding to fast. Tempted to get something, somewhere, but what. Nothing sounds good.
Retiring some AE notebooks and consolidating to 1, one of the new comp books I bought last year during my Amazon Prime phase, which I blame on fucking covid.
Quite a few people in office today. More Network Ops people than I’ve seen in a while. Hunger getting to me so my attention becomes fragile. Stay in the office, Mike, I say to myself looking at my timer nearing 15 hours of fasting. Do I deserve a small lunch, need one? Yes… don’t want to leave office, get in car and drive and pay $12+ for something. Just not something I want to do.
Nap I took earlier not even 45 minutes. Now that I do the little math required to figure out how long I was out, I don’t even think I was over 30 minutes. Who knows… not thinking about it too much. Staying here, in AE mode. Conversations, all I’m after.
Opportunities are always present. We forget this, often. Why… why are we so tempted to not see them? And if not tempted to not see them, we should ask if we are self-provoked and encouraged to see MORE?
About EVERYTHING, I keep reminding myself. The idea of connectivity, and not just with internet but a character with their surroundings, their own story, with facets of SELF. Seeing more in this AE story today in the office, now that I’m caught up on emails and communications, connectivity with certain characters, departments here.
1:35, the hunger now becomes near unbearable. Then I’m tempted to not rise, not give into it. Me in this chair, journals next to me, typing here on this screen…. REVOLUTION of sorts. How… for happiness, for my Composition. How did I get here, the question.. but the emphasis should not be how but that I AM.
So how does the writer react…