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one

The day started as any other would.

I woke up alone and sat up alone and shut off my alarm alone and got out of bed alone. Actually, forget I said any of that. That makes me sound lonely. I guess I am, but only in the mornings and late nights. I'm not a particularly lonely person in the in-between hours of the days.

Anyways, I got up and turned on the coffee maker and television set so the BBC played throughout the small city apartment I happened to inhabit. The news story that morning was not that interesting. I don't really remember what it was even about.

So as my flat began to smell of ground coffee and short term loneliness, I got in the shower. I could still sort of hear the news station from my bathroom, though I couldn't make out any words being spoken. It all sounded as if someone had tried to throw a tape recorder down the garbage disposal.

When I was done showering, I walked into my bedroom and rummaged through my closet. Nothing looked very good, though. I put on a pair of plain black skinny jeans and a light yellow shirt that made me think of spring. I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. None of this matters. Nothing matters. 

By this time the coffee had been brewed, so I made a cup with creamer until the liquid turned tan and two sugar packets. I had to learn to be more gracious with creamer. I put a small bagel in the toaster and sat down to wait with my coffee on the sofa.

I'm sure I'm making you bored with my daily morning routine. I'm sure it's a lot like yours. I don't know you that well, though. I'd like to if that's alright.

I tried to focus on the news, but it was very hard because it was just so boring. I didn't eat all my bagel because I felt sick from eating so much. No matter how much I had recovered, I still had miles to go.

"It's not a sprint, it's a marathon," Dan would say anytime I became hopeless with ever getting better.

I guess he was right. I was okay for now.