Construction Site Hazard

For the past few days I’ve felt as though little men were working on my brain. Banging and probing in the dark corners where my secrets are kept. Building and constructing new ideas only half formed and lacking inspiration. Around noon they go on lunch and I get a second wind. They hoot and holler when beautiful women walk by. Advil is a savior. I wish I could fire them, but they are unionized.

Detached. Discombobulated. Drained. Friday could not come soon enough.