Tonight is the office end of season dinner. I am in a black dress, and feeling the velvet leggings pulling at the inside of by calf as I try to sit politely waiting for the day to pass. Perhaps there will be a reason for me not to attend? It's no secret that large groups make me uneasy. Even though I work with and like these people more than I have ever liked co workers.... it's still more than 3 at the table, and I wont be able to hear myself think.
Perhaps a good infusion of ye olde fire water will dampen the other senses a bit leaving me free to feel less overwhelmed and better preapred to offer something other than a forced smile and a series of rehearsed autopilot comments.
I like solitude and the flavour in each bite of a good dinner in the night. I love the slow movement of my back over the sheets, and I enjoy subtle sounds and noise when it's done with a genuine fuel. Uncomfortable dinner parties.... Please Goddess, Spare me.
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Perhaps a good infusion of ye olde fire water will dampen the other senses a bit leaving me free to feel less overwhelmed and better preapred to offer something other than a forced smile and a series of rehearsed autopilot comments.
I like solitude and the flavour in each bite of a good dinner in the night. I love the slow movement of my back over the sheets, and I enjoy subtle sounds and noise when it's done with a genuine fuel. Uncomfortable dinner parties.... Please Goddess, Spare me.
Someone commented on yesterday's journal entry. I liked that.
Staff parties are awful, but at least it's free food and drink.