The carpet, the walls, the lighting, the space, everything. And to think that I have to virtually live in these walls day in and day out, for days on end. I swear I get tunnel vision after a while. Everything looks the same. Everything around me is gross and undefinable.
Nothing is a definite color.
Nothing is definite at all. It's either awkward or extraterrestrial. But, hell, this is my job, and to be truthful, I hate the living shit out of it. And at times, it drives me crazy. I'll be so used to these walls, to this monotone environment, that I'll start acting all goofy and silly.