I've been working at IndustriaMericorp for only 8 weeks now, and yet I feel as if life has lost all beauty. It's just up early, clock in, crunch numbers, half-hour lunch, more numbers, endless meetings, then home to my empty apartment. Some days it feels like I'm literally chained to the desk.
I've tried to keep up with my painting, but the hours just slide past while I stare at a blank canvas, in a vain attempt to drum up some creative spirit.
I think I just need to take a trip to that fire hydrant over on 38 1/2 Street. Honestly, anywhere would do.
Maybe moving to Minneapolis wasn't the greatest idea.
Mr. Joseph H. Boxer, Dog
(as transcribed by Cody Benge, Esquire.)