My alarm wakes me up at 6:45am. I wonder if I have set the wrong time on my alarm as I do not feel rested and it is dark outside. I stare at my phone bleary eyed and realize that actually yes, it is time to get up. I go to the kitchen and make a coffee to try and kickstart my brain, and eat bland scrambled eggs on toast. I treat myself to a bit of bacon and savor it as much as possible for I know it is one of the few fleeting moments of pleasure I will experience all day. I shower, get dressed, and walk 2 blocks to my parking spot where birds & homeless people sometimes use it as an object to shit on. I put on an audiobook on my drive and listen to a biography about someone who lived a better life than me. I arrive at work by 8:30am, wishing I was still in bed. I sit at my desk rotting, feeling my posture gradually deteriorating. I medicate myself with painkillers and a steady supply of coffee that ensures the boredom of my work will not fully send me to sleep. I tap away at a computer, realizing that if the company I worked for bothered or could afford to implement better software, 75% of my job would be done by the computer itself, faster and more accurately than I could hope to. I shoot the shit with my coworkers about projects or current events during my short breaks and lunch. After 8+ hours of drudgery, I make my way home. I workout for an hour then shove some food down my throat to keep me alive, so I can repeat the cycle of working day by day, year by year, ultimately so I can make more money for somebody else. If I am lucky I have one hour per evening where I am free to do what I like after although usually I am too tired to do much except watch the latest episode of whatever TV show is currently hot or maybe text with friends I will never have time to hangout with.
I go to sleep knowing tomorrow will be exactly the same.