You groaned loudly as you threw your alarm across the room, surprisingly not breaking it, and buried your head in your pillows. You hated Fridays. You hated them with a passion. It was the one day of the week that was supposed to feel like a relief, a weight lifted off your shoulders if you will, but instead an even bigger weight was thrown onto them. Everyday of the week it was wake up, go to class, go to work, finish homework, maybe eat dinner, and fall into a restless sleep at night. It was a monotonous cycle you just couldn't seem to break out of.
The weekends were obviously not any better. Any normal person would probably take the weekends to watch some Netflix, chill, maybe even see some friends. But you, were not normal. Not in any way.
First thing in the morning, you had to work at your barely minimum wage job at local mall's café, serving overly peppy fourteen year old's who decided 8 am was the perfect time to shop at Claire's with their friends for cheap jewelry. You had to endure that until 1 in the afternoon, when you had to quickly scarf down some food and rush all the way to the other side of town for your internship at Osborn Industries. You loved it, you really did, being surrounded by equipment you couldn't even afford in your dreams and some of the smartest minds of this generation, but were bathroom breaks to much to ask for? After working all morning serving overly caffeinated tiny monsters, you too needed a good cup of joe. Maybe more than one.
After your internship which ended at 6 in the evening, you had to take a train all the way back to your apartment, where you had to immediately continue the book you were trying to write. And your seemingly never ending writer's block was not helping one bit. Once you pumped yourself dry of fictional scenarios you could use, a shift at a run down little 7 11 was waiting for you with open arms. Finally, after your shift of doing nothing but arguing with the old senile man who refused to believe his slushie was more than 10 cents like it was in the "good old days" ended at 12 in the night, you were allowed to trudge your way to the half broken apartment you shared with 2 other roommate that housed, hold your applause, your bed.
