I need to check up on everyone soon. And I mean everyone. Xanga contacts, parents, sister, old neglected friendships. I live in such a shell.

At work, all the In Vitro lab technicians eat together in the cafeteria. There are nine techs in the department now. And they all like to squeeze together at a table meant for four. So ridiculous. And it seems like my level of boredom with the conversation grows as the number people swells. I can’t engage with that many in any meaningful way. If there’s four at the table when I come down, I sit with the quality assurance or chemistry people. Not them though. Cliquey sheep.

Today, out of protest I ignored them and started my own table.

A**** came and sat with me.

Just like I was hoping for.