The only refrain from what has been a grossly depressing day was going to the greasy spoon around the corner and having lunch. The most comforting thing was talking to Dave on the phone, hearing him tell me that a vacation will remedy my woebegone routine-shaped depression.
I don't know how many cups of coffee I've had today.
I don't know why she always seems so condescending when she addresses me.
And ... I'm cubed ...