I’ve been guilted into going camping, and it has turned into a giant ordeal.

I walked in today and there was a scary, purple sandwich on my desk. There’s also some soup from an MRE on the bookcase to my left.

My computer here is very slow.

My train has been late every day this week, both inbound and outbound.

They are putting a Krispy Kreme in Union Station.

My tea is lukewarm. And suggary.

Another hour until lunch.