Distraction
Distracting myself at work - as if I weren't distracted enough already by the Ultraman figurine taped to my boss's office door.
I am lucky in the most painful way possible. Not many people get to meet someone who, to them, is nothing less than art with a heartbeat. My mind is saturated with him, which makes it difficult for me to function normally, since he makes me dizzy and alarmingly lucid, at the same time. And I'm dragging myself through the daily grind, feeling many things, but mostly very, very severed.
On an unrelated note: I can't think of anything that can't be a murder weapon in some capacity. Here are some examples:
Teddy bears - rip to shreds, choke victim with fluff.
Paper - slit their wrists.
Paperclips - unfold into a piece of wire and stab their eyes.
Computer mouse - plug into computer, go online and hire a hit assassin off the internet.
I suppose the only prerequisite for something to be a murder weapon is, well, people.