Fucking walls.

The office was getting smaller in his opinion. The presences of the Dell was the worst of it all. Why couldn't he bring his laptop to work? "You'll just distract yourself," said his co-workers, whoever they might be. He banged on the mouse a little bit, surfing the web to his heart content.

I can't do work, why do work? God I'm tired.

His face hurt where the coroner had bopped him one. He couldn't think straight.
Harker slumped back in his chair. No good no good.

A face peered over the cubicle wall.