the crazy man is in the house. um, i mean cubical.

“black bird singing in the dead of niiiii-hheeeeet’.

that’s what i hear coming from the cube next door.

i will also tell you that this same singer once asked me to make up my own personal theme song and be prepared to sing at the end of the day.

the funny thing is i don’t think he has realized i’m working over in this part of the building. i don’t think he realizes someone is occupying the cube next door, which is kind of hilarious in my mind. i’m trying really really hard not to laugh out loud. (i’ll be found out!)

on one hand, it’s ridiculous. on the other hand, it’s kind of great to be THAT sold out to your awkwardness. he doesn’t even care how weird it is to say ‘i’m in da house!’ at the top of your lungs and high five everyone every few minutes or so. i kind of admire this carefree outlandish behaviour.

will i join in? no. come on, i’ve never been a fan of group activities. but cheers to you, the guy in the cube next door. keep on keepin’ on.

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