I am staring at the space between my hands on my desk. I am feeling pretty low.
My boss is in his room. The computer is on. The phone is either ringing or connected. I am either speaking or breathing. I have a pain in my head and between each of my knuckles.
I feel isolated. There are people around me; I feel penned in by the people. They are my team. We do things together. They do funny voices and make jokes. Every time one of them makes a joke I do not laugh. In fact I do not laugh ever.
I go home and on the way home I by some chipped potatoes. I have gravy on my chipped potatoes. The gravy is rich and thick and tastes beefy. It is a glutinous beefy slop. It is a thick brown beefy paste. It is a beef slime. It is the tastiest, beefiest residue I know. It is full of dead beef. It is full of offal and bones and marrow. It is maybe made of kidney stew.
I finish my meal and sit on my sofa carefully. I listen to a song and do some naked dancing.
This is the song I dance to.
The gravy has driven me into a frenzy.