I don't like
daylogs, but fuck it. It's been one of
those days.
I woke up this morning with a
tongue in my
mouth. It didn't belong to me. It didn't belong to any
hypothetical lover I might've had last night. It was, in fact, not connected to anyone. I'm afraid I
freaked out and
flushed it down the
toilet. Yes, I should've called the
police and reported it. Like I said, I
freaked out. I
puked my guts out, brushed my teeth 'til my gums were
bloody. And I went to
work anyway, because staying in my house was too
creepy.
I got to work and found that someone had
rearranged my office overnight. Moved my
desk next to the window where the
sun shines right into my eyes. Very
irritating. The desk is
massive and
heavy, so I'll have to request for someone from
maintenance to help me move it back. The lights won't stop
flickering and
chittering.
Sitting in an
office with flickering lights while the sun
blinds you is no
fun, so I went to the
break room and got a
coke and a bag of
M&Ms. The coke tasted strangely
warm, red, and salty. The bag of M&Ms was full of
crickets.
The
restroom was worse. Not a single
stall or
sink was in usable condition, so I just puked on the floor and left.
The phones are out, and the streets are deserted.