I’ve been hearing the phone by the front desk ringing. One, two, three… it was irritating. I got up, pulled the phone from the plug and tossed it inside an open drawer. I was not in the mood, I am not myself and I slammed my office door close after. I’ve been staring at my computer monitor with the cursor blinking right before my eye, waiting for an entry. But my fingers aching, I dare not write. I have tons of email in my inbox, and they’re piling up every hour. But how can I answer back, when I’m lost in words? Lunch was boring, there’s lack of excitement in coffee breaks. My stomachs numb, I have no appetite. But I figured I needed to last the day at least. So I got in my car and drove off to a nearby gas station. Got me a candy bar, a corn dog and bottled water — Buon Appetito!