deathpixie | (no subject)

Being at work after hours is kind of strange. The building is quiet, except for the radio in the background, mostly dark, except for the office where I am, and I'm the only one here. I'm free from the phones ringing or people coming to the counter to pester me, and all the rest of it.

It's kinda nice, like those fantasies as a child of being locked in the shopping centre after hours. *grins* Except there's less scope for amusing myself. I've been trawling LJs and those archives I can remember the addies for, and I had my dinner - leftover veggie pasta from last night, which I was sorry to come to the end of, since it was so good. Times like this I wish I could call someone, but it'd be hard to explain hour-long long distance calls after hours. Times like this I miss talking to David - I used to call him on these Wednesdays, biding time until tai chi, and chat.

Thanks to those who emailed me at work - I've been enjoying seeing non-work stuff in my account. I hope my replies have come through okay.

*grins* And the radio is psychic, playing Diana Ah Naid's "Perfect Family" now. Love this song, even if it does have that bitter edge. :)