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Burnt Toast
The terrible, rotten, miserable day
When he got up in the morning he started thinking immediately. It was like he put in a CD into the player of his brain and it was the very same CD every morning. It played the same playlist every single day. It was habitual. The playlist gave him energy to start the day, even though it was negative energy. But it was energy and that is what he needed to jump start his day.
His mind was going a hundred miles an hour even before he finished peeing. He would then bring the morning newspaper inside, scan the top headline then toss it on his kitchen table as he made coffee and began preparing his breakfast. The mental playlist played at top volume the whole time.
He thought about the horrible state of affairs in the world and especially the state of his current government. He thought about how stupid all the people were who were running things. He thought about how much he hated his job and his boss. He fantasized about horrible things happening to his boss. He thought about his upcoming bills and worried about how he was going to pay them. He thought about his ex-girlfriend and what a horrible bitch she was to him. He thought about his bum knee and how mean his body was being to him. He thought about one of his friends who he was convinced was betraying him behind his back. Then he thought some more about politics.
