He wakes up, ready to begin the day. A good night's sleep prepares him for achieving anything he needs to do.
He checks his list.
"One Thing", he mutters to himself.
Jumping out of bed, he heads to the bathroom, begins his morning routine. Shower, shit and shave, this is how we get the day going.
He pays extra attention to his beard, making sure it is looking even, the lines are tidy and all the various products are added to maintain that health that he prides himself on.
Back to the bedroom. Underwear, jeans, that brown t-shirt he loves, socks and shoes. That's it, all geared up and ready to go.
He checks his pockets, phone, wallet, keys... time to leave.
He hops into the car and begins to head towards his destination, paying careful attention to the typical Monday drivers who are still in that catatonic state.
"Ok, car parked, paper ready, time to go."
Stepping out of the car and remembering to press the button on the fob to lock it, he heads towards the chemist to pick up the drugs.
After a simple interaction with the Pharmacist, the drugs are in hand and he is on his way back to the car.
Click
Car open, sits down, buckles up.
"Ok, that's that done, now what?"
He glances at the digital clock on his dash. 9:45am it reads. It's still early in the day yet he finds himself lost.
He sits for a minute, all this energy and yet nowhere to channel it.
"Shit, forgot to eat"
With all the excitement and drive, his morning routine was forgotten.
Normally on a work day, everything is completed in order, almost to exact times. Bathroom, bedroom for uniform and then breakfast. In his haste today that daily ritual was thrown to the wall.
Herein lies the most trivial but defining moment of the day.
"What do I do now? Eat something? Where? What?"
Normally, it is a bowl of granola with a splash of Skye-style yoghurt. Yet here we are with options and it begins to overwhelm.
He begins to drive. Anywhere, just need to go. Trying to keep the motivation going as he know the moment he stops he will be back into a slump which will consume his whole day.
"Work Shoes" his mind flooding with hundreds of thoughts, this one pokes through stronger than the others. Remembering his footwear is falling apart. He begins to head towards the mall.
Car parked. Inside. He begins to head towards the shoe store.
"Did I lock the car?"
It's at this point everything begins to catch up. The tiredness kicks in, he can find nothing that suits him. Anything that remotely fits the bill is way out of his price range. He feels the frustration rising. Begins to feel that "What's the point?" attitude starting to slip in.
Moving on to the next store, slowly beginning to fall into a massive slump, it hits him. He came here to get something to eat. It is now 11:00. Most places have stopped doing breakfast and anywhere that does, doesn't appeal to his tastes or budget.
"Perhaps I could just grab something at the supermarket and eat it in the car."
With this decision made, a burst of life enters and he briskly begins to walk to the other end of the mall.
"I could pickup something for dinner too."
His mood begins to change, the wheels beginning to turn again and the sluggishness starting to drop off.
A chicken, Cesar salad, a chicken wrap, iced tea and a bar of chocolate.
Mission accomplished.
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