Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Groundhog Day

It is Wednesday. Ten days since I got back from Thanksgiving. It feels like I haven't seen my apartment during daylight hours in months. Even this past weekend, it was so dark outside that I felt like it was nighttime all day long. I am beginning to feel like I'm trapped in Groundhog Day. Wake up, get ready, go to work, go to something after work that goes until really late at night, come home, eat quickly, go to sleep. It has gotten to the point where I swear I've seen the same people standing in the same places every single morning. What are you doing there, strange man selling something out of your car? You are here every morning. Why? Random bus that drives down Monroe at 8:21 each morning, why are you out of service? Dude with the grey and red messenger bag at the bus stop, it's good to see you, it means I'm not running late. Woman with two kids, approximately seven and five, your kids are very calm and well-behaved.

If it's groundhog day, does that mean I can get a pet groundhog? I shall name him Wally.

I can dream, right?

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