Appetite for Distraction – Another Day


He wakes up. He is tired. He listens to the radio. There is something about sequestration which in his half asleep state he thinks is segregation. He thought that had been sorted out years ago. He guesses it hasn’t been sorted out after all and it does not surprise him because people are awful and he is awful. Then he realises he misheard and feels guilty for dismissing everyone so easily but it seems that he does that so easily recently. He goes to work and he eats some mixed nuts. He has a yearly check up tomorrow. He hopes  that he does not have  cancer or an STD. It would be unlucky if he had an STD because he only had unprotected sex once last year. He only had unprotected sex twice last year. He only had sex twice last year. He is sure that it will be okay and his penis won’t fall off. He is sure that it won’t fall off. He continues to write his resume and to create a portfolio and to dream of something more productive than what he is doing now and he thinks that he should probably take a nap of some kind but he knows that he can’t will tiredness on himself when he is not tired. He has two lean pockets for lunch. He is living the high life. He makes some animations. He finds that the day is over and he is no closer to epiphany. He drives to Giant and he buys some bagels and a tomato and some vegan turkey and an avocado and the goes home and he makes a coffee and a bagel and listens to the radio and does some writing and feels he is maybe on the right path finally and at last and he then shaves and then he prepares for the morning when he will be checked and tweaked and blood will be sucked from his body. He sleeps.

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Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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