i'm sitting at my desk in gloves, a full winter jacket and scarf. i'm freezing my ass off. people walk by all jittery and happy happy. i swallowed the first balloon one of them let go as they past me, the helium closed over my throat, the latex sticking to my teeth as it went down. happy fuck happy happy. and i sit here freezing. in a spot of the world where everyone else is short sleeved and cheery, celebrating birthdays and christenings and stupid international pirate day or kiss your budgie day every day a different day everyday a different reason to be cheery cheery.

there is a remote possibility that this portion of the office has some strange internal screw up causing moderated shots of cold air to shoot directly into me.

there is a better chance i'm empty.