Confine

I sat in the center of the Sax, my default "I don't know where else to go" spot. The comfy chair was taken and the corporate aliens were working which meant no free tea- and Jack Johnson. Needless to say I kept my headphones in place, gloomgaze oozing out all the while. Rifling through some enviro, my peripheral vision blurred, I began to feel like I was in the middle of the gymboree parachute: everyone else had lifted it up and I was now surrounded, seated in the middle.

My car gave me a headache and I couldn't get a good breath anywhere indoors.

It's time for a run

This ain't good but at least it's something.