compromise jane "see you in the morning," my coworker says as he strolls out of the office. we've just finished putting stickers on frisbees to hand out at events. my entire day has been veiled in a familiar hangover-stupor, kind of dizzy, sore from morning sex {i called in late to work just to}, heated, troubled. see you in the morning, & i realize i will be here tomorrow morning, & the morning after, & three mornings after that. & here i am staying late, even, listening to in_rainbows, getting that first feeling of selling my soul to the Man. i'm trying to establish a compromise, instead of just feeling like i'm giving my hours. hell, you know what? i could leave right now. but i don't. i'm afraid of missing something. what? i don't know. 071015 what's it to you? who go blather from