I called in sick today, because there's no other word for what I was feeling. Lazy? Perhaps. But lazy doesn't involve feeling nauseous. Lazy doesn't describe the rolling, jerking vertigo of a spinning, windowless office room, cold and lifeless and dreary, oppressive with all the strangers milling about, young and merry and laughing and obliviously happy, so I called in sick. Calling in lazy would be lying, and I'm not a very good liar.
And so, I decided today will be a day for silence. Away from noise and dissonance and other people. Today will be a day I tell myself, 'let it go, it's not a big deal' -- and believe it. Today will be a day for escape. Today will be a day for me.
