One Shots

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Wednesday, December 13th, 2015

When I awoke this morning, white light was refracturing off the snow and into my bedroom window, lighting up the cerulean walls.

After heading downstairs for a simple breakfast of eggs and toast, I discovered the rest of the house's darkly painted walls absorbed the snow-light and made my home feel gloomy.

When I returned upstairs and entered my bathroom, the light from the windows left me reeling. The sun had risen slightly higher, and it shone through the windows like an LED straight into my eyes. I brushed my teeth, then dressed in a simple black sweater and nice pants. I packed my bag and got in the car for work.

When I got to the office, Sarah asked me to handle a document for her. It took me until noon just to get the damn thing edited. After a light salad lunch—my appetite had been dwindling lately—I headed back to my office to start on my own work. I sent the document to Sarah, telling her to deal with the rest of it herself (much more politely, of course), and began checking on my own workload.

What I saw didn't please me much. I hadn't been looking ahead when I accepted the doc from Sarah. Unfortunately, I had plenty of other things to do today, most of which I'd probably have to put in overtime to finish. It took me just less than an hour to render several of the things I'd been assigned, so while I waited I did freelance and whatever else that could be done.

Once I'd gotten fed up with that, I did crosswords. I was stuck on a clue about some obscure member of the government when my docs finished rendering.

After several painful hours of overtime, I finally finished most of what I'd been assigned. I'd managed to finish everything that was due tomorrow, so I could rest easy.

I decided not to take any more work off of Sarah tomorrow. I watched an episode of my favorite TV show and got ready for bed. I neglected to eat dinner, mainly because it had been a long day and I'd forgotten.

After checking my emails one last time, I headed to bed.

On Wednesday, December 13th, 2015, I did not cause the apocalypse.

Thursday, December 14th, 2015

The light was less blinding today, because the sky was dark and cloudy. I awoke to an Alien Ant Farm rendition of Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal. To be perfectly honest, I preferred the original.

I ate an easy breakfast of fried eggs and put on a nice marble-patterned shirt with a cardigan and nice beige pants. I drove in to work again and this time turned down Sarah's generous offer to take on her work.

I got all of my leftover work re-rendered and done by about ten, then got started on today's load. I finished the stuff that didn't need rendering, then left the other stuff to load while I ate lunch. Today, I had a toasted ham and cheese sandwich and an apple.

When I got back to my desk, my stuff had loaded and my throat felt dry. I got a glass of water, then another, and another, and yet another. I still felt parched. Nevertheless, I finished all of my work today and left early. I got home in time to drink another glass of water and then pass out on the sofa.

When I woke up, it was six in the evening—I'd slept for two hours. Still tired, I decided to make a small dinner and then go to bed early, as my head had begun to throb. After a bit of chicken and broccoli, I changed into pajamas and went to bed.

On Thursday, December 14th, 2015, I did not cause the apocalypse.

(A/N: Okay, I remember this one. I was originally going to write a day every real-world day, and I'd finish it in year. Unfortunately, I overlooked the fact that I'm obnoxiously inconsistent and easily distracted. This was supposed to be a book about how a perfectly normal human being accidentally caused the apocalypse in a single leap year (hence, the little "I did not cause the apocalypse" at the end of each day). Obviously, I only got through two days. Whoops.)