I feel like I haven't been doing anything but working for the past couple of weeks. I realized today on the bus to work (I'm spoiling myself during the cold weather and long work days) that even though I was reading, my brain was still plotting what needed to be done at work when I got there. I can't even take 30 minutes to have thoughts outside of this heinous place. I haven't been working on any projects. I haven't had time to finish the books for the book club. The only thingthat takes me away from work is planning to go to a funeral out of town.

Can you say depression setting in?

I didn't make it to S-n-B last night because of work. Now I probably won't be able to make it to the book club tonight because of work, either. I am going to try. If I make it there, I hope to get some work in on my aran sweater which is not knitting itself, these days.

Well, I can't even create complete thoughts right now with them being tainted by the office. I better take care of some of this stuff before my brain totally shuts down.