freshly sharpened pencils...

i think i've lost it. my life takes place in a cubicle of a well lit air conditioned space. directly infront of me is a desk - plain, wooden. on it rests a pile of colour coded files next to the monitor. one of it is open. it lists boring acronyms and arrays of numbers with no meaning. i wish i had a window. then i'd look out at the street, count the cars that drive by or watch the birds fly away. argh, get with it. there's a paper cup of cold coffee four hours old. at the time of buying it, it seemed relevant to fit the persona of a busy broker rushing to the office. a phone rings. wish it was mine. give me something to entertain me. i think i'll go prod my chorb in front of the bathroom mirror. and then i'll pass by the kitchen and play with the micro. then i could kick the soda machine and hope a can pops out. drat. hmmmm. what can i do to look busy? i'll pick up the phone and pretend to call someone. no, i'll go to try send a fax to my cellphone. hmmm. let's see, what pdf manual can i send to the printer? and then i'll wait by the printer for the 235 pages. i wish it was dot matrix. hmmm.

outside this building i wonder if i'll ever be as relevant as i wish to be. there's so much i'd like to do but there are powers greater than i am that are set on controlling my progress. why this world works on bureaucracy and red tape bedazzles me. anyhoo, hope lingers at the end of the tunnel in the form of uncle sam smiling at me.

i have a calling card. i'll call my sweet likkle sis. she has suddenly found relevance if her life. attacking form sikisi with two languages in a cloister of nuns rings appropriate at this juncture of her life. long live the relevance of her saladry.