My Day

Alarm, 6:40am.

Shave.

Start breakfast.

Pick out clothes for THEBOY.

Wake up THEBOY.

Take out the trash and the recycling.

Get dressed.

Eat.

Load up THEBOY. MOBB dresses and takes in THEGIRL.

Vote.

Go to work.

Not a single call in Spanish in a week, and the moment you walk in you get three in five minutes.

Work work work.

Lunch. Nuke some leftovers and study your notes for the quiz tonight.

Lunch is over, work some more. And peek at your notes when you can.

Wrap up work and head to campus.

Eat a banana and cram some more for the quiz. You and classmates run acronyms past each other, prod each other to remember five subtypes of schizophrenia, seven subtypes of delusional disorders, eight symptoms of major depressive disorders, five symptoms of delusional disorder, and at what point a diagnosis is warranted.

Take the quiz. It's hard. You miss six out of fifty.

Go immediately from the quiz to the start of lecture. First up, sex. You find yourself squirming here and there.

Break time, finally. 10 minutes to eat peanut butter crackers and call the family. No answer.

Back to lecture. You cover disorder after disorder. Nine o'clock comes, and he's on the last disorder cluster. Then he begins the test review.

Come home.

Eat. Watch TV and surf for an hour, and if you know what's good for you, you go to bed.

The alarm's gonna ring at 6:40 tomorrow too.

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And how was your day?

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Well, it finally happened. Someone took one of my bad jokes too seriously.

I did not vote for all the available Libertarian party candidates. Wasn't the Joe Walsh part a dead giveaway?