Man, I'm sitting here in the office staring at the unblinking screen of BOREDOM. Seriously, this is a major case of the Monday blues. I have no motivation whatsoever. I seem to be on auto pilot, just going through the motions. Though I appear to be a fully functioning member of the workforce, I'm really a million miles away in some distant pocket universe.
Maybe I stayed up too late going to that goth shin dig known as Sanctus. Interesting group of people. It was fun observing their behavior as they interacted with each other. I found some specimens quite mesmorizing with the way their pasty skin and shiny leather dazzled my senses, thus creating dizziness and confusion. Is this some kind of defense mechanism? I'm sure Jane Goodall felt the same way observing the chimps. Minus the chains, leather and spikes of course.
For some reason I yearned for a tranq gun so I could take one down and tag a transmitter to its ear and track its daily movements. Do they come out in the day? Do they keep their goth persona 24-7 or is it just some kind of cooky angst-driven fad. Who knows....together with my trusty fellow poser hippie assistant, my work will continue.
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