I was woken up at the crack of dawn this morning, actually I think it was before the crack of dawn, I'm not sure, I was tired. It was damn early though. My head was feeling a little better than the night before, but not by much, it still pounded but with a little less intensity. I rolled out of bed, gave my chihuahua a kiss on her head and headed for the kitchen. I needed coffee and I needed it now. That damn coffee maker is slow. I go to the bathroom and wash my face, I look up and see myself in the mirror, my eyes are red and puffy, my face seems to have no color, the lines of age seem deeper. Yuck, I hate mornings. I go back to the kitchen and look for my travel coffee mug, I fill it with hot coffee and two spoons of sugar. I travel towards the front door. Crap, I almost forgot my shoes, I take a drink of coffee, my head clears a little, I put on my shoes and look out the door. The yard is clear of turkeys, I can send the dogs out for their morning potty break. The dogs run out the door as fast as I can get it open, almost ripping my hand from the knob, I take another drink of coffee. The dogs have had their potty break and I yell into the door for the kids to get in the car, I get the dogs in the car and off we head to school.
I return from taking the kids to school and turn on the TV first I watch a little bit of CNN, then I switch to FOX. I'm tired and I don't have any kids at home right now. I decided to try to get back to sleep. I grab a blanket, lay in the recliner and close my eyes. The news in the background filters through my restlessness, recession, economic woes, and so on. Fox news is reporting that the bank bailouts have cost each American taxpayer $18,000.00 and that the amount will grow to almost $90,000.00. Can that be true? My head starts pounding again. I take another drink of my coffee and reach for the Tylenol. I take three, The directions say to only take two but my headache demands more than that.
I grab my cup of coffee and take a seat at my desk, I look at my stack of bills over on the left hand corner, I see a bill for lunches directly on my computer keyboard. My kids have put it there so that I will find it and it will not be lost in the sea of bills to the left. I place the lunch bill on the top of pile of bills, it will have to wait until payday, hopefully it will get picked in the payday lottery and my kids can eat lunch. I click on my internet search engine and it takes me to my homepage where the news of the day is highlighted. Recession, economic woes, and so on. I look to the right and see the stock market ticker, stocks are falling again. I reach for my bottle of Tylenol.
I read my horoscope, I don't know why I do this, just something to distract me I guess. More bad news, today someone else's optimism is going to bug you -- you're in no mood for cheer is what it says. Great, now I have to avoid all people. That really won't be that hard though, I rarely go anywhere anymore. I have decided I have had enough bad news for the day and I walk into my bedroom. I look at my unmade bed and know I should make it up, but I don't. I don't care, the bed will still be there tomorrow whether it's made or not. I walk into the bathroom again and avoid the mirrors. I see toothpaste on the counter and see that it is getting dry, I know it will be harder to clean if I don't clean it now, but I don't. I don't care. I do grab the pile of laundry out of the bathroom and add that pile to already large pile in the laundry room. I should start of load of wash, but I don't. I don't care. The laundry will still be there tomorrow.
I walk to the kitchen, grab a pot from the cabinet and put some water on to boil. The water boils and I pour in the Malt-O-Meal. I stir the contents of the pot and then put some bread in the toaster. My breakfast is soon done. I sit down and watch the news as I eat. The same news items are scrolling across my screen, I switch to the other news network, more recession, economic woes and so on. I finish my breakfast and place my bowl and spoon in the kitchen sink. I know I should do some dishes, but I don't . I don't care.
I decide to try my computer one more time. I click my web browser and up comes my homepage. Again the news is featured right in the middle of the page, I don't look, I don't care. I rapidly type hubpages.com, and wait until my page loads. I see my profile pic, she doesn't look like the person I saw in the mirror this morning. I look at her again, that was a happier time. I decide to hit the button that I was desperately looking for, That big red button on the right, start a new hub. The screen then changes to the title of my hub, hmmm, I don't know. I think for a minute, then I type recession depression. I hate it. It's a stupid title, I should change it, but I don't. I don't care.
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