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The days roll on and on. Blending together, I wonder, what is the point? Wake up, work, go to bed; lather, rinse, repeat.

Wake up to my alarm, the same time everyday. Get up to go use the restroom, then brush my teeth, then take a shower. Then it's time to get dressed. Stare at my organized closet of hung up shirts and folded pants, as if choosing a different color or pattern is actually a choice - it is the same uniform every day. Put things on in the following order: underwear, socks, undershirt, button down, pants, belt, and shoes.

Pack my lunch and grab my work bag before heading out the door. Get in my car, turn on the same news radio station, and start my commute. Sit in traffic - it always starts in the same location. Arrive 15 minutes early because if you're early you're on time, and if you're on time you're late. Go to meetings, check off tasks, eat lunch, go to meetings, check off tasks, leave at 5 PM.

Get in my car, turn on same classic rock radio station, and head home. Sit in traffic - it always clears up in the same location. Cook, reheat, or buy dinner. Watch TV on the couch. Think about reading a book instead. Think about going to the gym. Brush my teeth and go to bed. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, all the same.

Nightmare and reality simultaneously. Lather, rinse, repeat.