Get up, stand up, rub your eyes. Black tea and the usual toast with assortments followed by, predictably, yoghurt and fruits. School, little jokes and pokes, people that tend to treat you like shit for the sole reason that you are a student, almost as if you were flawed, more human and prone to mistakes than them, who sit at their desks like on thrones and decide your fate according to their whims. Coffee follows; God, I love the smell of coffee. Accompanied by Mountain Dew or 7Up, and it just melts my heart away. You go home, the house is empty. Your room so neat and clean, so different from how you’d left it. Turn on the music and check your email, silly. The cat makes a small jump and ends up in your lap, craving attention. Pet it, nurture it, love it. Love him, it is a he, isn’t it? You’re hungry yet unwilling to supply the effort necessary to cook something more advanced than french fries so you settle on junk food. Take your pills, there are six boxes of pills on my desk. Biotine for hair, Mental+ for thoughts, Calcium for bones, Neurofen for head aches. Open the book and read a few pages, return to the cover to admire its design. Draw, draw, draw, grafite on the side of your palm and your fingers numb and sore. Pencil shavings cover your paper but satisfaction floats around you and your work. Pilates, Tae Bo and maybe some more pills and you’ll be as good as new.