You are what you think all day…

Tired.

Sleepy.

Need to stretch.

Breathe.

Hungry.

Thirsty.

Nothing to wear.

Face wash.

Hair slicked.

Where are my glasses?

Smoke.

Coffee.

Write.

News.

E-mail.

Watch.

Phone.

Voicemail.

Money.

Reasons not to call home.

Break.

Sunshine.

Write something on a napkin.

I wonder what he is doing now?

Text a friend.

Have a chocolate.

Have another.

Drive.

Unlock the door.

Flop.

TV.

Not Skinny enough.

Treadmill while watching Doctor Who.

What should dinner be?

Water.

Beer.

Write what I think is brilliant drunken poetry.

Smiles.

Music.

Life is good.

Tired.

Hangover.

Depressed that he never thinks of me I bet.

Cold pillow.

Sleep.

Write on the notepad by my bed about a dream.

Quiet.

Do it again.

And Again.

Alive.

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