good morning

this is still called: font. don't you like to be up to date?

of course you do.

i work in a place where there are other, crazier people working alongside. there's the woman with the office next to me, who used to defend, who is bound and determined to be unhappy. it's her lot in life, really, and as much as you want to rebel against that notion, it's really working out for her and keeping her just fine and dandy, so why not so be it? yes?

alright.

and then the guy down the hall, who i had to discover, create, use--over and over again, mind you--and then bury under no uncertain terms, a hatchet, very big and very sharp and handy. we've buried it, but if you've read any king you know that what you bury is yours and may and always will come back to you, and is yours to begin with, so we'll see how that goes, if human nature is really as ugly or redemptive as we want to believe it (both) is.

those are two: wait for more.