I woke up at 8am and leisurely made my first cup of coffee. I took my coffee out to the garage, let the dogs out and lit my second cigarette of the day. I’d woke up at 5, a few hours earlier and opened a fresh pack before heading back to my unmade bed (my sheets and comforter have been in the washer since Saturday).
I am supposed to be to work at 9am, but I didn’t get in the shower until 8:35.
I got to work 37 minutes late and for over 7 hours I walked around in my zombie like state, knowing it will probably be another week without a paycheck.
Regardless, I put in my 40 hours a week, and ensure the business gets by.
At 5:39pm, I find myself back “home” and lying in my unmade bed, alone, listening to K.Flay describe my life in songs.
I expect tomorrow to be the same.
It’s just another day.