I wake up very early in the morning because I like to take my time. I grind my coffee. I smell it. I grind it again. I let the french press take its time, because after all, I need the bagel to toast and the eggs to scramble. The fire alarm goes off for no reason-- I fan it just in case and it stops.
I go to the doctor. I pay $3 to park, and am frustrated. I walk dogs in the sun and even though the dogs are panting and their tongues are flapping as they bounce along, they still relentlessly push forward. The pit bull almost scratches up my arm again, and almost bites the hand off a stranger. But then he sits perfectly still for his treat and all is forgiven.
I talk to a boy that was once in love with me and then I talk to a boy that I was once in love with. I am glad that neither of those romances worked out. In a way I'm still a little in love with the boy I was once in love with because I could never have him, and I'm a little in love with the boy that was once in love with me; somehow a boy loving you makes him more lovable.
I take the metro to work. I listen to my ipod, read my book, and look as unfriendly as possible. There's a few annoying customers but most of them are pretty excellent. I apologize about our lack of foot long bully sticks, which are extremely popular-- by the way they're dried cow penises that dogs LOVE to chew on. A man knocks over the dog's water bowl and I almost giggle but swallow it and try to get the man to stop apologizing.
I take the metro back. I don't listen to my ipod and try to read my book in the most attractive fashion possible but the cute boy doesn't try anything. I realize life is not a dentyne ice commercial. I put my headphones back on and relish some abstract music. I see a picture of a bird covered in mud on a newspaper and then realize it's actually oil and would cry but I haven't in years and don't want to start now.
I laugh very hard at a good joke someone says on the radio, which I now forget, but it was very funny. I am amazed that my makeup has stayed intact throughout the entire day. I listen to my cat chirp happily. I listen to my sister squeal about her new college email address and join in the joyful celebration of something so minor. I feel very lucky.
