Bless it, oh God…

Jesus…

Slump worthy right there

Just depressing

Put me back in bed

Give me the higher definition

Speed it up

And take your stupid auto correct back to where you came from

Bastard

17

[11:31:03 AM]:

I wake remembering that life is a comedy.

It’s ten after ten. I don’t remember any of the alarms leading up to the one that finally held my attention. They become so buried in dream matter if I go to sleep past three that it’s hard to recognize them for what they are.

As always, the dog needs to go out. I don’t need to worry about cleaning dishes because we got chocolate chip muffins from the grocery store last night.

All said and done, I leave at ten forty, exactly according to plan.

I don’t always leave at ten forty. I’ve learned that ten fifty generally works, but ten forty provides me with a much more comfortable buffer especially now that I’ve begun taking the trains, which don’t follow the same reliable time regiment that walking does.

Down in the tunnels, a trash train passes tricking me up out if my seat.

A black man wearing red pants and a black marshmallow coat squeezes me out of retaking it.

So I end up standing next to a little thin hasidic woman who has a very straight face.