this morning #646.

this morning, in the back of the bus, amongst the hum of dim lights & dimmer commuters, the sounds of AC/DC blasted in her headphones, the soundtrack to her highway to hell. the week was just beginning & she was already looking ahead to the weekend, looking ahead to two days of either adventure or entropy. she didn’t care either way. she’d be back in new jersey, far away from her job for a full forty hours. her time would be hers to do with as she pleased. until then, she would spend 50% of her waking life tied to a cubicle, 18.75% of it commuting back & forth from that cubicle and 95% of that 68.75% imagining a more satisfying way to make money.