Silent Screams Make Mad Men Go Deaf

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Every morning its the same.
Pull into the parking garage. Drive around. Find a spot.
Walk to the stairs. Go down the stairs.
Through the door. Down the hallway. Around the corner. Up the elevator.
Back down the hallway. Through the door.
Around the corner.
Down the first row to the very end.
Sit at the computer. Call the people. Listen to Carleen bicker.
Email back and forth with Justin and Courtney.
Count the number of times Tesha calls me 'mom' in one day.
Get on the dialer. Read my book.
Get off the dialer. Continue to read my book.
Change someones life. Ruin someones days.
A brighter future-an ugly next five minutes.
Wednesdays nights with Courtney
Thursdays nights with Justin
Sundays with Jennie.
Two cigarettes in the car on the way to work. 3 on lunch and 1 on the way home.
Still haven't cut my hair. Still not eating fast food. Still not drinking more then I'm allowed.

Such set schedules make my head spin and yet in this seemingly boring exsistence I've procured for myself, Im finding an odd bit of perfection.