The day began oddly, with a strange atmosphere about the place. We all tried to carry on as if nothing was happening - but we knew what was going on. We knew what was coming.
At one point in the day some of us flocked around a recently gathered supply of food and wine, and started to gorge ourselves, as if this could ever be expected to stave off the inevitable: some of us just lost a little more of our dignity around that table, that's all. I'm not proud of the number of pastries I ate today; but I guess that's just something that I will have to learn to live with.
Once the final effects of the Sllennoc disease had begun to take hold the damned amongst us drifted aimlessly from the office, looking for some form of solace in the unwelcoming mid-afternoon haze of a busy city.
The busy city seemed only to offer up alcohol & garlic for comfort.
... and these poor souls accepted such meager offerings with glad hearts.
I wish them peace, as their encounter with the dread canker has finally ended.
... and I wonder what horrors will await me, on Monday morning, in the Office of the Dead.
V : 2 / F : 22
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