endless prospects.

there are people in the hallway talking about the days when the fear of hidden razor blades and stick pins caused the decline in apple giving on halloween. ah....the good old days. pondering the various conversations i overhear at work and the general goings-on of this place i think, "i should be writing a novel about that." oh if i only had 1600 words for every time i said that. seriously, since when did i have 80thousand ideas for stories? i seem to have a new one every few seconds and then i start to wonder which one i should commit to. this is ridiculous. for real. it's going to be interesting to see what the accumulated result is at the end of this month. but that, of course, will require my keeping up. it is day three and i'm already a day behind. beautiful. really.