An overflowing ashtray, a can of spaghetti o’s with the fork still in it, a partially-consumed bottle of wine, papers from the IRS, a bottle of antacid tablets and my antibiotics. These are the things that cover my desk.
I’ll fall asleep to 80’s scifi at half volume after I finish my drink. In 5 hours, I’ll wake up and have a plate of eggs with a side of bacon. Maybe watch the news while I eat.
From 9 until 5, I’ll stare at a screen filled with text and type nonsensical instructions into it. I may not even bother to get dressed. I’ll probably make a tuna sandwich for lunch.
After work, I’ll eat chicken and rice and watch some cartoons. Eventually, I’ll look at my desk and see the ashtray and wine again…. and I doubt I’ll feel any better about it.
