February 6, 2005
I put my pants on, had a shower, cereal, and did my routine morning bullshit. I arrived at work on time, performed my job well (decent anyway) and continued into the night. I could go into more detail about my day but honestly, you don't want to hear about it. And nothing there even interests me, so we move on. The diner that she works at is a block away from my office. Being that my refrigerator consists of three moldy bananas and a juice box, I convinced myself that her diner was the healthiest option available. It made sense.