Wasting time

About 7 minutes until the opening begins. I worked half an hour late and then skulked on through to the newly freed up computers - people do like to leave on time here. I am beginning to wonder if I would have been better just to go home and catch up on sleep, which is really indicative of how boring I am.
But if I do not go to the opening, I will never look at the exhibition at all even though it is in the same building. It's just one of those things, like not visiting people who live around the corner.
It appears the exodus is occuring. I must prepare myself for forced chit chat and the glow of pride I may feel when I recognise one of the supports I made.

Kulcha (not the band)

Just puttin' the word out that there is an opening on the 3rd floor tomorrow. 5.30 I think. I wondered how exclusive it was because there are actual invites and they say RSVP. You will be wondering how I got my grimy cheap hands on one? It comes to me automatically because I work in the bindery. Some of the black things the books are resting upon, they carry my grubby fingerprints. Honestly, the number of marks I leave when taping and book guarding books, I am certain that in the future someone will be able to harvest my DNA and recreate me. Only it will not be like me, because it will not have been formed with the same beautiful and twisted life experiences that make me the dried up shrivelled husk of an individual I am today.