One hour and a half...
May. 10th, 2003 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeBefore my break.
I think this company is eating my brain, one square millimetre at a time.
It doesn't seem so long ago that I used to have a fairly creative mind, that stories and poems used to coil around in my head and whisper seductively in my ear, begging me to give them life.
Now it's all I can do just to keep up with this journal and occasionally rouse myself to do some roleplaying.
Feh.
Great. Now I feel sick to my stomach.
I think this company is eating my brain, one square millimetre at a time.
It doesn't seem so long ago that I used to have a fairly creative mind, that stories and poems used to coil around in my head and whisper seductively in my ear, begging me to give them life.
Now it's all I can do just to keep up with this journal and occasionally rouse myself to do some roleplaying.
Feh.
Great. Now I feel sick to my stomach.
