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BANG! I WAKE UP. NO ALARM SET. I HADN’T SET IT. THE BANG WAS A DOOR IN THE HALLWAY. THE ROOMMATE MUST BE AWAKE. WHY IS SHE UP THIS EARLY? WHAT TIME IS IT? WHY IS IT SO BRIGHT? SHIT, IT’S 8:30. I SHOULD BE UP ALREADY. I HOPE THAT WAS HER BEDROOM DOOR CLOSING AND NOT THE BATHROOM DOOR. WHY IS IT SO BRIGHT! THE TIME CHANGED, THAT’S RIGHT. THE NEXT TRAIN IS IN 5 MINUTES. CAN’T MAKE IT. NEXT TRAIN WOULD BE IN 35 MINUTES. I’D GET TO WORK TOO LATE. WILL HAVE TO DRIVE TODAY. JUMP OUT OF BED. I’M COVERED IN FAKE BLOOD. YESTERDAY WAS HALLOWEEN. WHAT TIME DID I GO TO SLEEP? DON’T KNOW. IT WAS SOMETIME LATE. I DIDN’T SHOWER WHEN I GOT HOME. FUCK, ITS TUESDAY. FBO MEETING AT 9:00. WITH PERFECT TRAFFIC I CAN STILL MAKE IT. MAYBE. GRAB TOWEL. THROW OPEN BEDROOM DOOR SHIT. BATHROOM DOOR CLOSED. RUNNING WATER. ROOMMATE IS IN SHOWER. GO BACK IN ROOM WHY IS SHE UP? OK, NO SHOWER, JUST GO TO WORK. FUCK, COVERED IN FAKE BLOOD. HAVE TO SHOWER. SHIT FBO AT 9:00. MUST USE TIME EFFICIENTLY. BRUSH TEETH NOW. START BRUSHING TEETH CLOTHES. I CAN ASSEMBLE WHAT I’M GOING TO WEAR. UNDERWEAR. SOCKS. PANTS. SHIRT. PACK UP LAPTOP. FINISH BRUSHING TEETH BATHROOM STILL OCCUPIED. I CAN USE THIS TIME TO SLEEP MORE. LAY BACK DOWN SHIT. I MIGHT BE HUNGOVER THAT’S THE BATHROOM DOOR OPENING. MUST SHOWER. GRAB TOWEL, GO TO BATHROOM WATER IS STILL WARM. GOOD. SHAMPOO. SOAP. RINSE. DONE. GO BACK TO ROOM CLOTHES ARE RIGHT THERE. DRESS. GRAB BAG. LEAVE. AHH. MY JEEP. I LIKE MY JEEP. HAVEN’T DRIVEN IT IN A WEEK. TRAFFIC BETTER NOT SUCK. IT SHOULDN'T. ITS LATE ENOUGH. 8:45. WITH CLEAR TRAFFIC I WILL ONLY BE A COUPLE MINUTES LATE. ON RAMP, ACCELLERATE, UP AROUND CORNER. I LIKE DRIVING, ITS FUN. BREAK LIGHTS AHEAD. STOP. SHIT. TRAFFIC BLOWS. FUCK, I AM DEFINITELY GOING TO BE HUNG OVER. WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING ON THE FREEWAY AT THIS TIME? I'M GOING TO BE REALLY LATE. SHOULDN’T YOU BE AT WORK ALREADY? GET A REAL JOB. YEAH YOU, IN THE TIE, TALKING ON YOUR CELL PHONE. YOU THINK YOU’RE COOL DON’T YOU. TAKE THE TRAIN LIKE A RESPECTABLE CITIZEN. STOP. DRIVE. HMM. THERE ARE STILL REDISH ORANGISH TRACES OF FAKE BLOOD STAINED INTO MY HANDS. STOP. DRIVE. I WISH I WAS ON THE TRAIN. STOP. DRIVE. THEN I COULD BE WRITING ON MY LAPTOP INSTEAD OF JUST SITTING HERE. THIS WOULD MAKE A GOOD BLOG ENTRY. I COULD PUT IT IN ALL CAPS. MAKE IT DISJOINTED SENTANCES PORTRAYING MY INNER DIALOG. YES, I’LL HAVE TO DO THAT.