All a bit creepy

Not a lot going on here, murder in the streets, bullets of rain, harsh winds, foul moods. Not that I mind the weather, in fact I like it, it’s murder I don’t like and the sounds of my colleagues rattling their spoons inside empty yogurt containers, scraping for an agreeable finish to their ridiculous health snack or the smug, smacking sounds they make with their faces afterwards. I am unable to appreciate my new casual knitwear under circumstances such as these.