Tension.

Everybody stinks, everybody has cabin fever and these people all suck! Man wasn't meant to spend this much time with coworkers. Elisabeth and Sara got into it today. Sara's the Accountant's secretary. His name is Mr. Cain. I'm sure he has a first name, but he's not deemed us worthy of knowing it, I guess, and Sara hasn't offered it up either.

I came in late, and didn't know what they were arguing about, and just walked on by because quite frankly, I don't care anymore. Sara has tried picking fights with everyone on the floor at one time or another. She did it to me once and I just turned around and walked back to my office without saying a word to her. Inside and locked the door. She shouted through it for awhile, but eventually walked away. Didn't talk to me the rest of the day. Maybe I should walk away from her more often.

I made my way to my old desk. Kat and I had gotten to calling the office we slept in our office, but this day I went to my original desk. I sat there for a bit, sketching up some cartoons and trying to write a little bit until I couldn't take it anymore. "Jesus fucking Christ," I shouted. "Just shut the fuck up or go outside and fight about it!"

This was our new solution to any bickering or arguments. For whomever was fighting or getting on our nerves to go outside. Funny, stuff I know. I never did find out what they were arguing about, but it ended with an office door slamming. This time it was Sara who slammed the door, as Elisabeth stomped past me and to the windows by Virginia's desk.

I tried again to concentrate on the poem I was trying to write, but her breathing was heavy and I just knew she was breathing that way on purpose so someone would go over there and let her vent. God, I finally gave it up altogether and got up quiety and went into the Cyber Cafe to work. Gregg and Bryan were in there playing that stupid collectible card game they'd found and now played all the time. I tried to sit in once, but they told me there weren't enough cards for all three of us to play. I waited a moment to see if either would offer to get up and let me play, but it didn't happen. I don't even ask anymore. I swear to god, if it weren't for Kat being here, I think I might go mad. Locked up for day son ends with geeks is hard. Even if I am a geek myself, which I'm sure I am. It's something about historic wars and having Charlemagne go up against Genghis Khan or Napoleon or whatever.

So now I'm back in the office and the poem is gone so I'm writing this. Haven't been updating as much, but I think I've been in a bit of a funk. Same thing every day. I'm so fucking sick of snack machine food I could burst. I can see the little convenience store in the lobby of the Met Square across the street. Only a couple hundred streetwalkers between me and food variety. I would kill for one of Tarzan's rope vines right about now. Swoop down from the second floor to the first over there and eat like a king. How the hell I'd get out is another matter altogether.

I've been turning on my phone only for about thirty minutes each day to check messages and stay alive. I seem to have a signal, but still can't reach Lin or anyone. Haven't found a charger that works for mine here but... holy shit, it's ringing!