You ever have one of those days where you wake up and you blink and it's noon. And then you blink again and it's 12:01. And then you blink again and it's 12:02. Dear god will five o'clock ever get here?
Then you ride up the little glass elevator to the parking garage, level 4, same as always; your forehead resting listlessly on the cool glass. Mindful of the fact that you're leaving a greasy little forehead smudge for someone else to deal with, you straighten at the ding of the door. And you wonder, idly, with no real purpose how in the hell you got in this rut, and if it wasn't just inevitable anyway? Or is that just me?
Then you ride up the little glass elevator to the parking garage, level 4, same as always; your forehead resting listlessly on the cool glass. Mindful of the fact that you're leaving a greasy little forehead smudge for someone else to deal with, you straighten at the ding of the door. And you wonder, idly, with no real purpose how in the hell you got in this rut, and if it wasn't just inevitable anyway? Or is that just me?
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