My dreams seem to have come to a close once more, but I must say I'm not nearly so satisfied with this conclusion as I was with the last. There is a sense of things left unsaid. Less of an ending, and more of an abrupt stop.
For those of you who encouraged retribution, I have an update: I have successfully stolen all but one of my coworker's pens. Every time he gets more, I take them. All but one.
I have a desk drawer full of his writing utensils and he has no idea. I feel strangely accomplished.
Father's day is coming up. Thanks phone for the reminders. I suppose that's progress for me that my only reaction is to shrug and not consider running off to find him and punch him in his stupid face with my shiny new automail. Yay for me. I've grown or something?
My phone is dying and the power isn't staying on long enough to charge it. This is getting annoying.