Busy.

It's 7:00 and once again I am in an lonely-halled office.

The only other sound's the whoosh of white noise.

Or the occasional janitor wheeling something, somewhere.

My nose is down an inch or so.

It's been butted up against the grindstone for so long.

I'm busy.

And I keep getting busier.

I guess it's like that old adage.

When you need something done, give it to the busy person.

Listen, I'm sorry this post sucks.

Too much work to do.