Dog barking woke me up. Damn the dog, damn the neighbors, damn the world. Rolled out of bed and pulled on some clothes. Drank a cold cup of coffee. No hot water. Damn that dog. Made breakfast. The dog barked again. Threw the cold cereal at it.
Turned the computer on. Five messages in my box. Three junk mail, one from mom and one from my e-mail lover. We have developed a complex relationship. Too difficult not to write a book about.
Wrote back to the one about a free t-shirt. Could use an addition to my wardrobe.
Water should be warm enough by now. Damn, wrong. Cold showers wake me up too fast for my brain. Took a lukewarm shower anyway.
Drove to work. On the way a cat ran under the Buick. Damn that dog.
Originally written during the late 90s, probably in 1997.
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