My average day:
I get up about 5:30 so groggy I have to just sit on my bed for about 10 minutes before I remember how to stand.
Then I gather a towel and head to the shower.
I take care of the standard post wake up necessities, then stand looking in the mirror.
No reason for this other than to feel vaguely other, and wonder about this universe of the guy in the mirror; If I am particularly awake, I’ll make faces.
Then I take a shower under the hottest setting my water heater will allow for, which is about 130 degrees F;
The pain wakes me right the fuck up, and feels really good to my jaded senses. This goes on for 10 minutes. I know, I’m a horrible person. water conservation and all that.

I get out of the shower then realize I forgot to shave my face and then just say, fuck it. My hair doesn’t grow that quickly anyway and it’s not worth the discomfort. I’m allergic to the metal so if I don’t immediately take a shower afterward there will be skin irritation.

This whole time I am desperately trying not to have ideas. I have found I will have amazing life changing rock the foundation of my relationships ideas and then when I go to retrieve them, gone like poof; so If I get an idea I don’t play it out, I just keep repeating the first 2 lines then sprint out to my phone to write them down;

If I didn’t have an idea, I do standing pushups in the mini sauna of my bathroom; 2-3 sets; or until my muscles give out whichever I have time for; Then its to my closest to pick clothes; aka which black shirt am I going to wear, the long sleeve? the one from when I was significantly bigger and has a collar that opens so wide you can see my breastbone?
Then I run my hand held tangleeze brush through my hair to my mid back; I flirt with going to work with my hair down as it is outside of work but end up pulling it back but with a black leather clasp, cause I’m so punk rock. I gather my phone and book that I say I’m going to read but never do, then collect a diet coke from the fridge for a caffeine jolt. I would do coffee but that takes time and planning and shit; diet coke takes putting it in the fridge and forgetting about it.

Then I’m out the door to my decade old no frills pickup truck. I pull up a playlist on my phone and start blasting it at warning inducing levels from my phone; and I’m driving to work; Honestly, I like driving, even in traffic I like it. And it gives me the opportunity to put my don’t be a jackass philosophy and my if you want it take it philosophy to work. I can’t tell you how pleased I am when I see someone seize an opportunity, even if it is just to merge lanes and see that they commit and take it. I know, that’s weird.

I drive up to the roof of the parking garage where i can see the whole city and the bowl of sky stretched out around me. Then I get out and walk in to my desk. I’m still listening to whatever playlist I have , and I sit down to work, I do this for a couple hours then take a break to get a muffin and more caffeine, another diet coke; then work some more, then lunch where I go to my car and think about reading my book but generally end up sleeping for 45 minutes then going over the fragments I’m working on to see if I have inspiration hit, usually I’ll write something more then go back to work; Work for 4 more hours then technically I’m free but I generally hang out with my friends, lamenting that their working while trying to distract myself from the fact I having nothing but a cat to go home to.

Now, she is a very nice cat and though she makes no bones about her waiting to eat my corpse she is still my Delightful Carnivore, but still human companionship is something I crave. But I dislike strangers so there I am. Then, I drive home. I generally watch some scripted tv; shows that I buy, not steal, thank you. make some dinner or not depending on how tired I am; then go to bed; at this point I’ll maybe read or write some more; though writing occurs all the time; bits and pieces; and that in general is my day. Was this interesting, I don’t know but it was an interesting exercise.