I think I am on the verge of

my second nervous break down.

Factors getting to me this time include, but are not limited to:

The fluorescent lights,

The dropped ceiling tiles,

The sad refrigerator in the corner.

I think it is safe to say that tomorrow is going to suck even worse

Inside this sterile vacuum.

I need a little oxygen,

So I can set a spark.

A little oxygen, please,

Or this is all going to be a spiral out of control.

That would be different.