Tea’s been on the stove for an hour

I’ve been running on auto-pilot for the past few days; like dominos in a path. I move because that’s

how my body wants to move. I think thoughts that I’m not sure have a point. They’re menial and primarily about things at work or paperwork on my desk at home. Nothing of any consequence has presented itself, and that’s pretty frightening. Hopefully I can clear out my head before Friday, or I’ll be thoroughly screwed.