Matt: The Beginning

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I'm so tired that I can't sleep. The tv's on, with some political bullshit that I've got no interest in listening to. I could switch on Netflix and search for a movie, but I'm not that motivated. I head over to the fridge, grab a beer, stretch and yawn.

I unplug my phone from the charger, and walk to the couch. Rolling my neck, I try to get comfortable. Second hand furniture with the butt prints of the previous owners embedded for decades, means this isn't the best seat I've ever had, but it'll do.

Using the remote, I call up a random playlist of my favorite music, letting it settle into me as I activate my phone screen. I click on the Twitter icon, and scroll. Yeah, not much has changed. Subtweets and porn. Although some of that looks pretty sweet.

I adjust my jeans, shifting uncomfortably, and check my private messages. Nothing much in there. A couple of messages from friends, an invite to hook up (special price for me), and what the hell is that? I've seen mangled ham sandwiches at Arby's in better condition than what's in that photo. I log out, take a long draft of my beer, and wait for sleep to consume me.

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