It's a very slow day at work. Hardly anbody is here. And the majority of my mental capacities have been concentrated on trying not to pick the huge scab I have on my elbow (rugburn...never put a fleece blanket over a magazine on the ground...).
Our breakroom is generally amply supplied with plastic- and paperware for our use, but somehow everything ran out at the same time. I ate my lunch (leftover Panda Express) out of a cup with chopsticks I constructed by taping together coffee stirrers.
The song "2 Become 1" is coming from my coworker's cubicle. I can't wait until Monday.