I got into work on time today.
Pleased?
Pounding pressure comes and goes.
I need sugar.

Coffee needs to brew.
Pop tarts toast slowly.
I wait for my deity,
also known as high fructose corn syrup.

Most of this energy will be stored.
I’m very good at that.
Enough will be used to lift that haze
of sleep.
At least, that’s what I hope.

Ahh, the sugar is good.
My tooth protests with satisfaction.
My eye has stopped bothering me.
The music pounds through the headphones.
I am smiling, sort of.