Call boss. Worry. Inhale. Exhale. Get instructions.
Get out. Escalator up. 1 Ave, 2 Ave, 3 Ave. Office building, 26th floor. Sit down. Procrastinate. Write a report. Write another. Yet another. 10 pm. Stumble out. In the dark. Home. Elevator, 13th floor. A mess. Sit down, eat shit, watch TV. Try and read. Fail.
Battle insomnia, battle heartache, battle loneliness. Battle the demons. Cross off days.
Rinse and repeat.
I am an army of one.
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