tales from an ordinary world

2001-03-07

A building full of unhappy people, each unhappy in their own particular way, to borrow that old Tolstoy adage. And they're all feeling particularly unhappy at different times of the day.

But it's a quiet evening, now. I've got a copy of The Wire and some work-related research material to read, some mp3's from Epitonic to fill the room, and a few shirts to iron. Tomorrow can wait.