March 15, 2012

February 28, 2012

Cubicle

I sit here every day, isolated in this little box, occasionally glancing out the window.
Everyone faces a different way.
I don't care.  
I'm selfish.
I've got an outlet and a chair.

February 27, 2012

a day late

Give me all your paper.

Made a fluffy chocolate cake.  (Chef Jon Jon helped.)

I love you all.