03 July, 2005
what goes up, must come down

it was impossible to shake the feeling that i was somehow absorbed into the plot of GroundhogDay, as i slowly emerged into consciousness, this morning.

repetition. convention. familiar patterns. ruts.
absolute, crushing boredom.

three cups of coffee. two cigarettes. email. eggs and bacon with rooster sauce. dash to the mailbox. ATM. stressing over $. like every other day.

no exit.

hearing every tick of the clock. heavy. inevitable. time: undefined, unmanageable, unfillable, interminable. a day predetermined. rerun. retreaded. moving, going nowhere. the hamster wheel rusts solid.

too much time. too much to do. eyes on my back, constantly. the escape of sleep, unconsciousness, always beckoning.

but there was no sleep.

the sinking of the sun broke the monotony.

goodbye, Saturday.

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