Watch the little hand... that bastard. It just goes, "tick, tick, tick" so very slowly. Keeping me confined here at me job. I don't know how much longer I can take this, I really don't. I am trying to keep my eyes shut and just lie here peacefully. "This is my job," I tell myself. "To lie here peacefully. Deep breaths. Deep breaths." But I really want to get up and running screaming. Anywhere! Anywhere but here. Please! God! Let me work at something I enjoy and feel fulfilled by.... God? ... God? These fuckers are going to shear my brain from body.
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