Time

4:30AMish, woke up with a sharp pain in my chest and a numb left arm. Fortunately, it was all because I was sleeping oddly on my left arm, the circulation was being cut off, with my thumb poking into a newly formed zit (or ingrown hair, who knows?). I rolled onto my side and soon the arm was doing that many prickly thing it does when circulation is restored and glared at the clock. I didn't have to be into work until 8:30. I had a solid three more hours of sleep ahead of me. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.

5AMish, woke up with a start, falling dream. Glanced at clock, closed eyes. Slept.

6AMish, woke up as legs slipped off bed. Quite a ways down. Twisted so feet would hit the floor instead of butt and head. Climbed back into bed, shut eyes. Felt breeze come through window. Felt cool. Drifted to Nemo's world.

6:30AMish, neighbor took a shower, lucky me, my room is right next to the neighbor's toilet room. Saw the time, muttered something about monkey raping pineapples, turned over, put cool side of the pillow over my head to drown out the noise.

7:13AM on the nose (watched the last digit change from one prime to another), still more than twenty minutes until the alarm "eeeeeeents." Nothing to blame the awakeness on but myself. Said, "Fuck this," and climbed out of bed. Stumbled around the room, doing the try-to-step-on-only-carpet dance, and failing. Picked up a book, read until the alarm went off, then showered.

8:00AM, in my car to head to work. Have my books and Flash drive for class. Have music to drown out the drone of classmates. Have a shirt so I won't stink like coffee too much all day. Have a book to read at work. Have cash for crappy lunch. Have apr.... No, don't have apron for work. Washed all them yesterday. Sitting on bed. Shit.

8:04AM, back in car, have everything I need for work, except desire and drive and passion and respect and...

8:23AM, copying next weeks schedule. Huh. Since all those people left the 'Bucks, I've been scheduled for between 32 and 37 hours each week. This week, only 30. Next week, 27. Am I being punished? Is something wrong with the way I work? Do my managers hate me? If there is a God, couldn't he just smite me instead of fucking with me like this?

10:43AM, sitting in back room of work, reading on my break and sipping on a rare cup of caramel iced coffee. Book is okay, the characters a kind of stupid, plot is a little weak, but it's better than talking with coworkers. One coworker is sitting at desk finishing her lunch break, another is back there just talking to the first as they always do. Second is surprised I'm drinking coffee. First insists I always drink coffee Second says she's never seen me First says I drink it all the time. Both turn to me with wondering eyes. With a mouthful of ice, I say, "Hot chocolate." Second says she told first so and that she knows me better than I know me. First says that second should go and give me a high-five and laughs. I laugh too. Second asks me why I don't high-five, is it the touch or "cheese factor"? I say both. She asks if I shake hands. I say I do, but I'm never the one to start a handshake. (All this done not looking up from my book.)

1:02PM, leaving 'Bucks for the day, off for crappy food. Don't have to be back for about 27 hours.

2:14PM, finished crappy fish 'n chips. Only had dill tartar sauce, not sweet. Didn't even have vinegar. Was offered ranch dressing, however. Wished that I could have some good fish 'n chips. Wished for good tart vinegar. Could feel the tingle on the back underside of tongue and had a large pool of saliva developing.

5PMish, book is done. It ended like I thought it would and characters were still stupid. After everything had happened, they finally pieced together the clues they had been spouting throughout to understand why it ended like it did. Didn't understand why, exactly, I read it, then remembered that it's a book from mother that is to be returned, hopefully, soon.

6:08PM, class is supposed to start at 6, teacher just showed up and let us in the room. Time to plug in headphones and finish book work.

9:07PM, book work finished. Three chapters tonight. Can't say I'm ready to complete the next assignment, but at least there's no more work from the book. Time to pack up and leave.

9:11PM, driving toward apartment, only commercials, Spanish, and Christian rock on the radio. Couldn't God just smite me instead of torturing me?

10:30PMish, started writing this thing.

11PMish, finished.