An entire sea of boredom and ennui washes over me.
I'm feeling a distinct lack of productivity, which is not my fault. I'm prepared to do anything, but there's nothing to do but wait for client feedback. After which I'll tweak and change, and then wait for feedback again.
I just added in lists of my "favorite things" in my profile. I doubt that anyone but myself is looking at this, but if I am wrong (a very distinct possibility, given my recent track record) you should read my profile as well.
I was amused to discover someone else had both Thoroughly Modern Millie and The Neverending Story as favorite movies. It's interesting to know there's someone else with tastes as randomly disparate as mine.
In spite of the crushing disappointment I feel every time I walk into the coffee room and discover a lack of snacks, I'm doing much better this afternoon. I think talking to the crazy boy earlier helped, if only because I was forced to either laugh while he was around, or admit to myself that his ideas were serious, which my brain is not prepared to do.
I've also come to the conclusion that I'm much more likely to use poetic forms and metaphors when discussing abjectly depressing topics. (To wit: see the first sentence of this entry.) I wonder if my happy "poetry" would make me as embarrassed in retrospect as the other does.