The Day

The day starts with me getting off work, another late night shift of missing a good night's rest. I don't mind anymore because I've gotten used to it, the morning sun gives me a second wind of energy, it's invigorating. I'm home and sitting in front of my computer for the next two hours contemplating staying up, forgetting about sleep. Maybe I'll fix my sleeping schedule finally. I'll stay up and get burnt out by the end of the day and sleep sound fully at night. I realize I work again at midnight and don't get off till six a.m. Another wasted attempt, I crawl into bed and try to sleep. I wake up around six in the afternoon and notice I am hungry. My hunger doesn't come first before my bladder. It also doesn't come before a few hours of internet. I sit there entranced at the bright screen. It gets dark. I decide it is the appropriate time to eat my first meal. I eat, shower and go to work. My coworkers all bring their laptops. During the summer there aren't many residents, a few conferences, summer school students, an uneventful building. Occasionally we'll play poker, usually we're on our laptops. Tonight I decided I'll leave mine at home and open my notebook to write. I write a sentence. It isn't clear usually, it's a feeling I have of the moment. It's a sentence that makes more sense in my head than on paper. I stare at it and think more. I can't write anymore. I can never write anymore than this. I wonder why.