Formulaic Day Sample: An Essay Of Sorts
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posted06/18/2004 05:03 AM (UTC)by
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Ignore tiny voice that states that you should remain where you are, because this moment of nonexistence will feature as the high point of the day. Awaken groggily because you did not get enough sleep the night previous. Amble into kitchen in search of coffee which fails to awaken immediately. Get into shower, blast self into state of clarity. Dress, mismatch socks, prepare and eat breakfast. Feed cat or dog. If weekday and employed, proceed now to work after giving loved one a brief feigned kiss if applicable. If unemployed, proceed now to circle ads in paper, and later hand out applications. Either case, drive or commute on your way, invariably becoming stuck in traffic. Mentally bitch about humidity. If working, arrive ten minutes late and proceed to your workstation. Be disciplined by boss. Proceed through dreariness until lunch break. Hang around water cooler mouthing obscenities about local sports team with employees who care less for you than you do for them, but you all play along nevertheless. Return to work, possibly suffering a papercut. If not working, pass out somewhere in the range of twenty resumes and proceed to a cafe and order an unpleasant-tasting beverage of some sort. Look at sky, applaud yourself for having foresight enough to bring raincoat, it being overcast and dreary. Feel one drop, no more. Either case, proceed directly home now, and fuss upon remembering the invited guests/relatives you have invited over for supper. Argue with significant other over trivialities, possibly breaking a dish. Welcome guests with all the honesty and sincerity of Clinton's affair-denial speech. Eat way uncomfortably through ill-tasting dinner, and stumble through uncomfortable conversation. After guests leave, content self with settling down to read or go online or play favorite game, either of these inevitably disrupted by screaming child/loud repetitive music next door/upstairs. Watch television and wonder just how it is possible that _____ is making several million dollars per episode of _____, having no talent to be seen. Proceed to bed and engage in unsatisfactory and unfulfillingly brief physical act with significant other, if applicable. Pretend it was good. Go to sleep and do not dream. If weekday, follow along from post-breakfast possibly-inapplicable kiss. Plan day, perhaps first repairing irritating hole in plaster or other exmple of faulty living condition. Mow lawn if not in apartment. Suggest going to movie later on, if applicable argue with significant other over choice of show. Decide on halfway solution which neither of you are truly interested in. Realize that you are low on groceries and go shopping, purchasing only what is needed and invariably does not taste good. Pass by 87 year-old man in Ultimate Spider-Man T-shirt and wonder why not. Stop at the alcohol section, ruminate and decide not to purchase any because you are not in a merry mood, and will probably drink later anyway. Pass by fresh fruits and ponder the wisdom of a grapefruit diet, because you think you could stand to lose a few pounds, but rather decide to purchase that pack of cigarettes despite the fact that you said you would quit the other day. Ignore tiny voice inside that screams for immediate satisfaction of primthisthingisdisabled desires, such as take butcherknife from aisle, stab, kill, maim other customers, and ravish attractive cashier girl/supply-stocking boy before leaving with goods in hand unpaid for. Go home, Eat TV dinner, proceed directly to theatre and spend a ridiculous sum of ten dollars on a movie which was marginally decent. If single, proceed to club/bar after dinner perhaps alone or with friends. Drink more than is wise and make a failed attempt or seven at finding an acquaintance/ date. In either case, go home and cry self to sleep. GET OUT OF BED.
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06/18/2004 05:03 AM (UTC)
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I think the 'Crimson Room' has gone to all your heads tongue
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