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Chilling Realization

It's so cold at my desk that I have to wear a sweater and drink endless cups of steaming tea. I can see my breath. Okay, almost. My fingernails and lips are blue.

All the joy is being sucked out of my life. I can't remember what it's like to be really happy or even particularly cheerful.

Good gracious...I work for the dementors.


May. 16th, 2008 12:01 am (UTC)
Yes, you do. They are not exactly life-enhancing.