Spent last night at the office. It's always a weird place. Googling suggests nothing about the place but the building is old and has quite a history. After its completion, it was the tallest building in the British empire. Called the World Tower then, Houdini has suspended himself from it and the human fly has climbed it. The bathroom stalls have partitions made of marble that seem to speak of how magnificent the place must of been almost 100 years ago. It's a bit jarring to see chipped chunks where workers have drilled into the wall to install plastic dowls for cheap toilet paper dispensers. Perhaps it's my feeling of offense that such treatment of the rooms that then makes me think of frustrated and upset spirits moving through the floors, almost operatic in their undirected anger ready to fling objects in the general vicinity of those living that, in part, are culpable.

So yeah, I didn't sleep so well. And now, I'm at work looking through the window and rain hoping that no one broke into my car... Bitter weather out, I wish I could hear it on the roof, that sound is so refreshing... I think it's time for some tea...