back on track later

Haven't been writing much lately as was busy turning into a zombie with work but somewhat liking it. Think I'm getting more and more like that daydreaming guy in Scrub and imagining stupid things in my head. Like that poster in the London underground, with all the miniature-like figures cleaning the train window, doing all the maintenance that results in the closing of a special selection of tube stations all the time in the name of improvement and safety. What they 'don't know' is the stress that it has cost people with all the trouble and money paying for what they not get, that in the name of health. Then I drifted away and wondered how if they all just having tea party underground, dancing to caveman music. Now you see it, no you don't.