it could be that i'm at work, but i doubt it. nothing's all that different today from any other work day.

i listened to ella fitzgerald today on the way to work and a startling, and disconcerting, thing happened. for the first time ever, i didn't get all longing or sad or emo over wanting a person to be all romantic over. i didn't feel anything at all.

i fear that that part of me has finally died. perhaps i will no longer have romantic feelings ever. perhaps, my life long dream of becoming a robot has come to fruition.

do robots puke, though? and can robots leave work early if they puke?

maybe i am finally hollowed out inside, breezily content but no longer able to feel passionately.