this morning #1936.

this morning, with a large can of red bull in each hand, he sat down at his desk. settled in for the day. pulled his chair in. did the ol’ knuckle crack, as if that does anything at all. ain’t going to make the ache go away. took a big swig of red bull. felt the sugar coarse through him. it’s no cocaine but what is, really? click & scroll. click & scroll. before he knew it, both cans of red bull & two hours had passed & he had nothing of substance to show for it. workwise, that is. no worries though. he has a whole month to make up the difference. he tells himself this at the beginning of most months & it often works out fine. first though: time for a brief pee break. then maybe it’ll finally be time to get to work.