I felt so symbolic yesterday

The sky is grey. The office is silent. Livejournal is dead. Twitter is empty of all but the usual characters. I have bees in my head, and an insatiable craving for orange tango. I am supposed to be drawing a project manager getting a ten tonne weight dropped on his head, but instead I just keep vaguely poking things to see if they will talk to me, or at least turn into something a bit more interesting. I have a plastic fork to do the poking with.

Have spent the last few days sulking because nobody ever replies to me here, or on Facebook (which I can't play on during the day) or on Twitter. Even though they do. Reality, facts and evidence should never be allowed to derail a good sulk. I need people to validate my pretty words and tell me I am wonderful. Or to at least lie and pretend. Funny sort of mood and I don't know why. Feels like endings and forgetfulness and dust.

Bookclub was full of Wrong and injokes. Twitter is full of badideas. I want a holiday, and an ice cream, and a pony.