strength

on days as tiresome as this listening to us, our music, pushes me to work harder. because, I don't know, the memory of those times, of you, gives me strength. it reminds me that even if work is retarded and I am forced to suffer under the worst affliction known to man kind[morelli's words are so true], I still have you. I still have people I love and care about outside this opressive cubicle.

my dear dear acband. I miss you so much.