yesterday i did nothing

i came into work on a sunday. i have a paper to finish and its taking a long time. the whole place is quiet. no ones around. its stange to see all the lights on but nobody here. the only sound is the noise of the air conditioner. and the sound of the building. It's new but it still cracks and creeks intermitnetly. and the airconditioning blows on. it is just me, and this computer, in this place. i read for what seems like house but is actually minutes. i get nothing done. the more i read the more confused i get. i change tactic, not reading and just writting.i write for what seems like minutes but is actually hours. and the air conditioning blows on. and then its dark and i'm outside and i'm walking to my car. and i think, what did i achieve today.
And the answer booms back at me, from the black sky, a resounding nothing.