some mornings

Some mornings I'm stressing the whole 13 miles down the 110 to work, pushing in boundaries between the car ahead and me secretly shouting "why are you driving like a c***sucker?!?"

Some mornings I wake up late think about a turn to the right and a day at the beach but I never stray off the normal cycle of sleep and work, sleep and work.

Some mornings I'm two blocks from home when I should be sitting at my desk so I stop for gas, then breakfast before moseying it onto the freeway.

I'm in my own little world this morning.
Every Friday should be like this.

I haven't strayed in long time


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