11:59pm, I came back on the earth and went str8 to the same old boring cycle: show up at the team meeting, waited for a tardy captain. He have not shaved his beard for weeks. he looked ghastly and remind me a lot like a monkey with a strange nose:
He wanted to share an agenda with us. They were my co-workers and got annoyed with him. I would lost myself for not pay attention to his agenda, only analyzed his bloated gut. I mean it was so huge as it would pop if you stick it with a needle. *shuddering* I wondered what's a storage in his gut. It seemed that it got bigger every week to the point where i would asking him if he was pregnant.
The meeting adjourned, I chatted with my co-workers about the bloated gut. I went to the retro building with a lot of stripes. I saw the many streets went different directions and thought I should change my route to get out of neck of the wood. But I did not, and went into the building. *face palm*