Groundhog Day
Unfortunately for me (and maybe fortunately for those who wish to catch up with me yet do not care about the quality of my life), the last couple months can be summarized by a single day, which I live over and over.
I wake up and feel pretty good. I would get hash browns down the street except the diner was aflame one night and hasn't been open since. I eat breakfast and ponder why my roommate Chad needs 3 air condition units running as well as 8 fans. I lighten the AC. I force myself to look out the window while I drink coffee and I see my plant, Danny. Danny has yielded a new leaf, the only leaf free of puncture holes from Busan the cat.
I leave at 8:30, which allows me to be at work 25 minutes early. And yet the building is still bustling with people that either get their earlier for masochist reasons, of they are there to beat the morning traffic. I get more coffee. I sit under a very ambitious air conditioning vent and suspect my employers are trying freeze and preserve me for future use. With varying degrees of frustration and stress I work until 6 with a 15-45 minute lunch break and at least 5 trips to the restroom (I have left out the 1-2 coffee refills and 40 oz of water consumed). The building has become so crowded that a row of interns work along the hall where the bathrooms are. I suspect that they suspect I am ultra-regular, irregular, or doing drugs.
For a while I was coming home and doing freelance work, which was providing a nice second income, except I was almost breaking down each day and I had no time to have any fun. Now I come home, say "hi" to Chad the human or Sammy the dog if either of them are home. I eat some tofu, probably more than I should eat. Once I napped. Then there is this period of haze where time passes and it is then dark and I cannot recall what I did for the last few hours. Sometimes I go out and sometimes I do not. Most often I really want to drink and I unselfconsciously have several glasses of wine. I play guitar. I think about all the stuff I have to do. I do none of it. I sleep. Repeat.
I wake up and feel pretty good. I would get hash browns down the street except the diner was aflame one night and hasn't been open since. I eat breakfast and ponder why my roommate Chad needs 3 air condition units running as well as 8 fans. I lighten the AC. I force myself to look out the window while I drink coffee and I see my plant, Danny. Danny has yielded a new leaf, the only leaf free of puncture holes from Busan the cat.
I leave at 8:30, which allows me to be at work 25 minutes early. And yet the building is still bustling with people that either get their earlier for masochist reasons, of they are there to beat the morning traffic. I get more coffee. I sit under a very ambitious air conditioning vent and suspect my employers are trying freeze and preserve me for future use. With varying degrees of frustration and stress I work until 6 with a 15-45 minute lunch break and at least 5 trips to the restroom (I have left out the 1-2 coffee refills and 40 oz of water consumed). The building has become so crowded that a row of interns work along the hall where the bathrooms are. I suspect that they suspect I am ultra-regular, irregular, or doing drugs.
For a while I was coming home and doing freelance work, which was providing a nice second income, except I was almost breaking down each day and I had no time to have any fun. Now I come home, say "hi" to Chad the human or Sammy the dog if either of them are home. I eat some tofu, probably more than I should eat. Once I napped. Then there is this period of haze where time passes and it is then dark and I cannot recall what I did for the last few hours. Sometimes I go out and sometimes I do not. Most often I really want to drink and I unselfconsciously have several glasses of wine. I play guitar. I think about all the stuff I have to do. I do none of it. I sleep. Repeat.