Blue Monday

Greeting from California. I'm confused about what time it is but I'm fairly sure the sun hasn't come up yet. I went straight from the airport to the office and stayed late meeting with my manager and my team. There were people going out for drinks last night and as hard as they convinced me to go with them I retreated to the quiet of my room. I changed into my pajamas and ordered room service and took my laptop out to do some work. I remember eating my hamburger and washing up. I have a distant memory of turning on the TV and that was it. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep at 9pm (which in all fairness is 11pm in Chicago). I was awoken by a knock on my door at fucking 1am in the morning. I could here the drunken giggles of my colleagues and through the peephole I saw about 6 of them standing there waiting for me to open up. What was more disturbing was the group now included the cute Canadian business guy from my December meeting. I promptly climbed back into bed and under the covers and luckily they didn't persist. I watched Fraiser, one of the best written sitcoms in history, until 3am all the while eyeing my laptop on the table. When I have work that needs to be done my laptop beckons like a siren's call. Her alluring purr is a trap because when you start to work, the purr turns into a whirring sound. Perhaps it was always a whirring sound and I just chose to hear it differently.

The Boy called me at 5am to say good morning and to give me the run down on what he had for breakfast. D said the Boy slept in bed with him last night but he tosses and turns so it's not as restful as when I'm in bed. "Is that your way of saying you miss me?" I asked, to which he sighed and said "Yes..." (aw) "...plus you don't kick." (oh).

OK. I'm going to shower and get my day started. Tonight there's a big group dinner with "team building" activities and TL will be there so I'm sure to have a good time.

Cya