stop already!

There is a certain futility in aiming for the attention of someone determined not to give it to you. (I think I have to include my landlord here, been trying to get leaking sink fixed for a year.) Back to piles of mindless work. Will not let anxiety get the best of me. Will not cry on my co-workers. (More medical crap.) Will not let zombies (or was that a human?) walk unimpeded through the building with nerf-gun drawn.  Suddenly feel the urge to go home and blast Hüsker Dü on the stereo.

Here's a haiku (a work in progress, good practice) inspired by a bunch of gulls conversing:

on cold wet green grass
strange congregation of birds
gather, squawk in turn.