Wake up in the morning -- late to work already, you're fucked.
Get to work -- nothing but stupid all day; stupid callers, stupid coworkers, stupid job hunt that seems to be going nowhere, and stupid you for thinking you could work effectively on less than four hours of sleep.
Go home -- late again, barely get a ride, try to get half an hour of sleep on the road because you've got a busy evening.
Run errands -- ciggies, cloves, extra groceries, dropping off the buffy tape because fucking UPN isn't coming up on your antenna again, maybe visiting your poor slob of a father who is perpetually lonely.
Get the SO off to work -- his job is killing him in large increments, and he shuffles around like a man twice his age. Vow to continue the stupid job search for him because he's too exhausted to do it himself.
Work out with Cathy -- you barely eat anyway, so you're probably just burning off muscle tissue, which will further lower your already zombie-like metabolism. Also, add to your exhaustion and general addle-headedness in exchange for a few minutes of exercise high.
Go online -- wow, you don't spend enough time in front of the computer all day, do you? But there's at least people to talk to, and sometimes e-mail if you're really lucky. Sometimes you can go all day without having a conversation with anybody, except online.
Friend comes over -- rarer, but then you usually end up smoking until you're hoarse, staying up even later than you usually would, and talking about stuff. This also helps the loneliness.
Do chores -- 75% of the time you vow to do this, it won't happen. If it does, it will be because you chose the talk online option and were able to do it during pauses in the conversation. Brief glow of accomplishment ensues.
Go to bed -- it's at least 1:30 in the morning (usually 2 or 3), and your stupid ass is supposed to leave the house by 7:00 in the morning, at the latest. Vow to yourself that you'll leave earlier to make up some of the time lost by leaving late all week long.
Sleep -- you don't dream, but that isn't a big loss. They've all been disturbing lately.
Wake up in the morning -- late again, asshole.
Lather, rinse and repeat until:
Saturday:
Wake up -- go grocery shopping (because you'll never get to Aldi if you wait until later), run other errands.
Clean -- the rest of the apartment that you didn't get to during the week. Time for the other 75% to come bite you on the ass.
Go to practice -- hate every minute of it. Your bandmates are assholes, you have no patience, and not for the first time, you question your reasons for being in the band. Seriously, could Aaron have a bigger chip on his shoulder?
Practice over -- go home and have friends over; watch them get drunk -- you need your brain cells so you don't wig out during the week and kill somebody.
Go to sleep -- after 5 a.m.
Sunday:
Wake up -- a whole lot later than you planned to. Sleep deprivation bites you on the ass, big-time, and it's suddenly 1 p.m.
Do chores -- what? Of course there's more, asshole. You didn't have enough time to finish laundry yesterday. Or the dishes, really.
Go out -- run your stupid errands. Pantyhose is a stupid stupid thing. Hang with your friend(s). Gotta fill up every second with meaningful human contact, right?
Go to your parent(s) -- whose turn is it? You don't have enough time to really enjoy their meagre company before Dirk has to get to work, and they'll be resentful. Don't worry about the resentment; they're always resentful of something. Ignore the snarking and eat the food, because it's the most you'll eat all week, promise to call, and rush out.
Get the SO off to work -- still shuffling like a broken man, but hey, at least he's got clean socks now, right? Also, he hasn't had the opportunity to get tired of his lunch for the week, so at least he isn't complaining. Reflect on the five hours total that you get to spend together alone with sadness. Your sex life makes the Virgin Mary pity your ass, never mind the non-sex stuff.
Get online/watch tv/re-read a book -- all stupid options, all a waste of time. Nobody worthwhile is online, you're only getting channel 4 again, and all of your books are boring the hell out of you.
Go to sleep -- it's 1:30 again, asshole. Didn't we promise ourselves we wouldn't do this?
