Talk:March Hare/@comment-24026095-20170409025015/@comment-30700719-20170409123413

I sigh and say, "Expected as much." I turn back to my computer and start to repair it. It's frighteningly deteriorated. Martha gestures for me to go sit on her lap, but I shake my head and continue with the computer. "If the electricians could only stop fornicating long enough to actually repair a computer, then this kind of thing wouldn't happen." I mutter and grumble under my breath. Finally, with superior German technology, I manage to get the computer running again. I switch it on and discover all my work was lost. I sigh and say, "Well, let's get on with it." Martha pops her head over the cubicle, and I quickly say, "I've gotta get this damn research graph on the boss's desk by tomorrow, and I can't afford any distractions!" The day resumes as normal.

When I get back to the apartment block, I sigh and flop down onto the couch. "So, this is what normal people do. How many days I got until I can go out of hiding?"  I look down at the fake ID card. "Jesus, I don't think I can take much more of this. How does everybody do it, day by day?"