as if wearing almost three layers of clothing in the office everyday isn't enough, i am now the proud owner of semi-chapped lips. it's so goddamn cold i feel like i'm on foreign attachment in Iceland. they might as well shift us all into a meat freezer and save the trouble on decor. i spend more time with the hand dryer in the men's room than socializing with my colleagues. i am currently thinking of investing on winter wear. probably a puffy winter jacket, a thick scarf, a snowcap, snow boots and a pair of mittens. but i reckon i won't get past security. even if i do, i can imagine the stares i'd get in the lift every morning.
and it seems the cold conditions has escalated my tendency to mentally stray away from completing my work. everytime i look out the surrounding glass panels i'd look at the blue sky and fantasize about flying off for a week-long holiday. blue skies before the thunderstorm that comes after 2p.m., that is. and it has come to a point where i think more of airports than my research data. random images of sunny beaches, shopping, local novelties and stewardesses would follow suit. and for some strange reason there would be this Hawaiian guitar tune in my head.
i need to get out of here.
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