It was a cold day. Perfect bed weather; the only thing that missing was someone to cuddle and tangle with the sheets. You. Wait what.
“Abre los ojos mi amigo, un nuevo dia!” my brain said. I think my brain managed to buy some instant optimism. Just add hot water, viola. But like my beloved instant noodles, this optimism gives off the same nasty aftertaste as an overdose of MSG.
What’s new today, I wondered. I looked at the time and saw it was way too late for work.
“You forgot the tonto, my brain. Nothing’s new; I woke up late, grumpy and quite under the weather. And cut the optimism, you’re not fooling anyone.”
“You don’t get it, do you? Something new happened today. Think about it.”
This brain can be such a pain in the ass.
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It hit me while I was drinking my second mug of brewed coffee. I still remember my first thought today. It’s rare for me; the thing I remember most of the time is this zombie-like rush to get out of the house and hustle to work. Look what I did there. Zombie-like rush. Heh. Don’t start asking about dreams. These days I don’t remember my dreams anymore. I’m not even sure if I still dream. A lot of them went down the drain two years ago and I ran out of reasons for reviving them. And now comes my first thought for this particualary rainy morning.
I really, really hate waking up.
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