Ever get that feeling that you're not playing the same card game as those sitting around you at the table? I'm not talking "they're playing 5 card stud and I'm playing 5 card draw" either. I'm talking "I thought we were playing gin rummy, not Uno" or something equally absurd.
Must. Wake. Up. Stupid boring office.
I'm hitting that point where nowhere nearby sounds remotely appetizing as far as lunch goes, and yet I'm starving. This has been a trend for a couple weeks now, but it's getting rather severe. I'd be just as happy being fed intravenously as I would being fed a burger from somewhere nearby or having tacos or a sandwich or whatever. *holds his wrists out*
Reality is a fickle mistress. You think you've got a firm grasp on her, but then she slips away like a warm piss into the wind. I suspect that the carpet doesn't match the drapes either.