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days-of-yoreSo it’s 7:00 a.m., Monday morning. I am shuffling around in cutoff sweatpants and a battered CAKE t-shirt, hair in disarray. The days first cigarette dangles from my sleep-swollen lips, a too-long ash hangs precariously from the ember as I squint into the monitor, pecking this slowly with my index fingers. I am tragically aware of the lukewarm cup of coffee in front of me. I have added to it only a scoop of non dairy creamer and a short burst of microwave radiation. No sugar. I haven’t had sugar in my coffee (or anything else) in over a month and a half. I don’t miss it like I thought I would. I suppose I miss it in a pseudo-nostalgic way…kind of how I miss elementary school.

I have a small amount of work to do today, it really shouldn’t take too long. That’s what I usually say, though, yet the workload always seemingly multiplies…like libidinous rabbits. Either way, the rest of the day stretches out before me and I have no idea of what it may bring.

My Mom has left her two dogs to stay with us. They are cute as hell, Shi-Tzu’s. They bring the current head-count in our small two-bedroom house to seven. Two humans, four dogs and a cat. It’s a little difficult to find a patch of floor that doesn’t squeal beneath my feet as I shamble over to refill my sugar-free cup.

My dogs are acting surprisingly anti-social to the newcomers. It seems they don’t enjoy the company as much as I thought they would. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me…I can only imagine how I’d feel if Mom had dropped off a couple of strangers with bad breath and underbites who kept trying to crawl into bed with me, and ravage all of my favorite things. Luckily, Mom’s dogs are blissfully unaware of the cold reception. I grudgingly admit that I am a little envious of their oblivion…

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