You wake up at home, alone. In your bed.
Just like yesterday. And all the other days, now that you think of it. And you do--first thing in the morning, that's what you're thinking about: your empty apartment, and its place in your mind. It is nice enough, though, the apartment... you look around and see a lot of things from Ikea, from Bed Bath & Beyond. Then you squeeze your eyelids shut as tight as you can, tense up all your muscles and lay there for a little while, meditating on how goddamned tired you are. You wonder how it's possible--you hardly do anything and you sleep "enough," as far as a Google search can say.
This is your morning ritual, actually. Second nature. You set your alarm clock five minutes early last night, knowing you wouldn't want to wake up and go to work. But of course, in around five minutes you are up, trying to get your toothbrush ready and pee at the same time. Your day progresses pretty much this way--that is to say, like yesterday; on rails. You don't put much thought or effort into it: you've sort of programmed your body to do it, and your mind to go along with it. You sit thinking idly during your commute; you sit through eight hours of work, doing about two hours worth of it; you sit thinking idly during your commute; you arrive home.
You go into your room, plop down on the bed, shift around, get up, sit down at the computer and talk to a few friends on AIM. You check your favorite websites for updates and glance at the clock. You're looking forward to your sitcoms at 8--have been all day, in fact. Afterwards, you'll take a walk through the city streets and try to seriously think. You feel different when you wander the streets at night. You think more clearly, feel more... energetic. Quicker. And you like to do it. You did it just last night.
But then, at 7:15, you unexpectedly have to make a decision. Your friend Bill, from work, calls you up and asks if you want to go out. You want to on some level... You've been to the bar he's headed to once before, when you first started work, and you remember having a good time. And you're cool with everyone who's going to be there. But, of course... you feel a little hesitant. After all, there's Scrubs to think about tonight, and you are going to have to go to work tomorrow. Plus, you were really banking on that walk...