I was going through past stories, and I thought I had this one up already. I'm surprised that I haven't. This fits the mood and feeling of the week I've been having.
This is dedicated to all the writers who work to live, but live to write.
*picture is originally from http://www.fubiz.net/2013/05/09/surreal-photography/
12/07/2011 (Wednesday) #End of the Day
Instant coffee. Two minute egg. Cold Pop tart. That’s all I can recall from the morning, time in between that and now just slips into the dregs of memory. Check social media group notifications. #Yawn
Angry calls. Compound medications. Punch In- Punch Out. It’s routine, why question it? We’re well trained dogs dancing to the tune we’ve been taught. #Woof
Type report. Attend a lecture. Sleep. I find comfort at the end of the day. I step out looking for the Moon and Stars. It's just too bad that city lights steal their heavenly glow. #Progress
Get ready to repeat.