Bloooggggiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggg

Its times like these that begs for some sort of creative outlet, times like these where ideas buzz around my head, yet nothing seems to make sense, and in the end nothing is written. So I am resigned to just sit here in my nice office seat at work, doing nothing but waiting for the next phone call, and vegetate. I could almost feel extensions of root stalks creep around my limbs and torso, locking me into place on my seat, just as roots dig into the soil and lock a tree onto solid ground. I feel like a dead weight of a thousand years is upon my shoulders as I sit here and wait. My eyes no longer wander about the room, but now fixated at the pulsating screen even as these words are typed out by the only part of my body that's still moving: my fingers. I tried to wiggle my toes a bit, but it will not respond. Am I conscious? Unconscious? Dead perhaps? I knew not, and I cared not; only the continual staring and the mindless taping of my fingers upon this keyboard seems to matter right at this moment.

Suddenly a flash on the screen robbed me of my inner musings. I was transported back into the real world; I've got a MSN message:

m:
hey justin
m:
you not at work ah?

I stared at the pop-up with wide-eyed bewilderment, as if this most routine occurence had never occurred to me before. My mind was still easing out of deep cryo-sleep, the stalks slowly retreating back from whence they came. My body came back alive; I was not a vegetable anymore, a human once again.

j: haha no i am, just not at wishlist today...