A day dramatized

A day dramatized

Daily life for me is an almost static routine, interrupted only when others invade it's schedule. Upon rising from my bed where I slumber like the dead awaiting divine command to wake, the light of day may still be regarded as a spiteful enemy. The first steps to the bathroom are heavy, rife with the popping of joints being put to use for the first time in hours. Thankfully, a refreshing shower has a way of rejuvenating the functionality to this weary shell I inhabit; the warmth of the water imbues me with the vigor needed to compose myself into something resembling a human.
The light of day, once my burning nemesis, becomes the signal fire to pursue food, lest this waning heat that lingers from the shower fade before noon. This task of acquiring a meal is deftly handled by my spidery fingers, crafting sustenance like a shoddy artist. The savory smell of chicken bullion wafts from my bowl like a feast fit for a bachelor. Packaged ramen will do for now. My first victory of the day carries me onward to tackle the hardships of the classes that I have imposed upon myself for personal development.
My daily dragons in the form of text books and documents spew forth their dense knowledge at my fingertips like a scalding geyser. The text saps what little power I had, making my eyes weary and strain until the pages seem to lose all meaning. Quizzes and assignments occupy my thoughts like an eldritch madness gnawing at my mind until I manage to babble the solution. These are the darkest hours of my day, wrought with strife and internal struggles unseen. It is only once I resolve to tear myself away from it's demands that I begin to live again and become aware of my surroundings.
I am, perhaps, blessed with a colorful assortment of individuals that for some strange reason request my company. As unsuited for the social scene as I am, these few have taken a liking to my awkward mannerisms and flabbergasting ideas. Whether out of pity or genuine enjoyment, they bring me...

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