Everybody is typing clack-click-clack around me. It is raining outside, and the air is a grey color that is only emphasised by the white-dirty walls in the building I've been spending hours in. Yes, I love rain. But the color of my eyes and the color of the rain is the color of my mood, right now . . . I prolly shouldn't be blogging. I may just delete this post. This blog is cheerful enough to kill a rhinocerous! There, a silly comment. Maybe I'll work my way into a better mood:)

I can feel the muscles in my back aching because of the tension I've been feeling from the people I've been working with. What is it with me, anyway? I seem to be one of the people whose state of mind directly affects their physical states. If I get nervous enough I faint. If I get angry enough, I can't hear . . . usually just in the forms of aches in various places or my hands shaking. It is utterly inconvenient. *whine*

Ok, let's think for a minute. There will be a few more hours of this, and then we go home for the afternoon. If it is raining at home, how about I open my shutters in my bedroom so I can see the rain. Make myself some caffe' or tea. Take off my shoes, wash my face, put on slippers. Curl up in the Ugly Red Armchair and breathe for a few minutes. Then turn on "Adagio for Strings" by Samuel Barber. Focus on small, sensory things. And then pick up my journal and write a sigh to end all whines. Yes! Cringe! It sounds awful. I certainly haven't written myself into a good mood, now, but *shrug*

I'm out of time for lunch break. Yop, this entry is going to be deleted when I get home. Read it now, exclusive entry!

*retreats into green hood of sweatshirt and runs up to catch a bite of lunch*

P.S. several hours later; I'm not going to delete it, I changed my mind . . . *sigh*