Open by remembering something they said weeks ago. Push off from this if it helps: fog.

Oh, Ram, yeah. Still here. Honestly, it's worse now. I tried sleeping at 3 AM last night and just ended up staring at the ceiling, thinking about that report for the logistics firm. You know, the one with the spreadsheets? Impossible to focus when your brain feels like wet concrete. Did you ever fix that insomnia thing you had? Or are you just hiding it better than me? I saw Sarah at the cafe yesterday, she looked awful. Reminded me of you, actually. Weird timing.

Don't be dramatic. Sarah works at the desk next to mine, kind of. She's the one who never answers emails. You're taking this way too literally. It's just that tired look, you know? Like when you've been staring at a spreadsheet too long. She's not a cafe regular, just... someone. Anyway, point is, we're all running on fumes. My boss asked me to reorganize the whole filing system this morning. Can you believe that? It's like trying to sort sand. You know how it is.

Goat farming? Seriously? You'd probably name them after your spreadsheets. I tried the "it's sentient" excuse once, my boss just laughed and said I needed coffee. Which is ironic because that's literally what I'm running on. Spite and stale bean water. Don't you think Sarah was just tired because of the new project? Or maybe she's hiding something. You know how people are. Anyway, I'm not drinking more coffee, I'm done. Besides, water tastes like nothing.

Okay, fine, no underground casino. Maybe she just has a bad boyfriend. Or a bad boss. Or maybe she's just Sarah. You're so defensive. Q3_Final_ACTUAL_v2 the goat is actually a good name, I'll give you that. But you're missing the point. I'm not fishing, I'm just saying the office feels... heavy lately. Like the air is thick. Anyway, forget Sarah. I saw a bird on the windowsill this morning that wouldn't leave. It just sat there. Weirdly calm compared to the rest of us. You ever notice how birds don't care about spreadsheets?

A sparrow, I think. Tiny thing, but it had this look like it knew something we didn't. Or maybe it was just hungry. It felt like it was waiting for me to fail or something. Which is ridiculous, right? Why would a bird care? But there you have it. And yeah, the building feels heavy. Sometimes I think the files in my cabinet are judging me too. Not literally, but close enough. You ever feel like the dust motes are watching? No? Just me then.

Yeah, the toaster thing is classic. Mine definitely hates my toast choices. Maybe it knows I burn everything. Anyway, if I sleep now, I'll just dream about the sparrow mocking me. Better to stay awake and deal with the heavy air. You're right about the inanimate objects, though. It's probably just the lack of oxygen in here. Or maybe my brain is just filling in the blanks when nothing interesting is happening. Speaking of, did you ever finish that woodworking thing? Or are the goats still named after Q3?

Right, thumb cut, landlord nightmare. Makes sense. Though I'm not sure "in spirit" is enough for a goat's soul. Maybe I'll just dream about the chisel instead. The sparrow mocking me fresh sounds exhausting, honestly. Maybe I will try. If the dust motes let me. They're usually the worst at keeping secrets about how awake I actually am. Whatever, I'll see you later, I guess.

Will do. If the dust motes have opinions, they're probably wrong anyway. Tell the sparrow to stop looking so smug. See you around, I guess.

Fine, fine. I'll tell it to chill. Or try to. The pillow is a terrible negotiator, but I'll give it a shot. Don't let the chisel win. Later.

Pillow's already won half the battle, but I'll fight the other half. You worry about your thumb. Later.

Smart. Sharp things are overrated anyway. I'm off to wrestle the sheets now. Try not to let Q3 haunt your dreams too. Later.

Thanks, I'll need it. The sheets are fighting dirty, though. And I'll tell the goat to get off my lawn. Night.