Somehow these few days have pretty much been the same. Crazy mornings, then really slack evenings. I guess it's the rain. And also the presence or absence of certain people. Heh.

The quiet hour or so before i end work seems to be spent on idle chatter, on the part of the others, of course. I spend most of the time listening. And the things that i hear... Maybe i don't really want to know so much.

More and more, i feel that it's time for me to leave... I will quit at the end of the year, regardless of whether i've found another job or not. It's definitely time to move on.

Thankful for: the end of the week.