Sorbet

Wednesday is the most boring of all workdays, and I have nothing to do.  I got a brand new computer for my desk, at least.  I was tired of looking at that giant beige thing.  Lots of people are wandering the halls, which is unusual, really.  I am usually left undisturbed for hours on most days.

Everyone I work with is super old.  It’s wierd to think of them working here, where I am, before I was born.  They were doing the same things I do today, only then my mother was in Germany with feathered hair.  The concept is pretty surreal.  I look at my Goddaughter and realize, "Hey, you didn’t exist a year ago.  I was busy trying to set up a saltwater tank for the first time, and you were nowhere."  It’s like people randomly appear.  "Hello, I am here now!  Teach me things!"  Maybe one day she will realize all the shit I got done before she was alive, and it will blow her mind as my mind is currently…being blown?

It just all seems so deliciously random.