I wake up. This amounts to opening my eyes. I look at the ceiling. It's somewhat dark. Across the room is the comforting glow of my computer. I hope something interesting is happening on /a/. I sit up and try to find something to fix my mind on. I wouldn't happen to know what time it is; I keep the blinds and curtains closed. As for the day, I'd need to check the computer. I couldn't be bothered to look for my calendar underneath the posters on the walls. I think I bought that calendar when Clinton was president. I stand shakily and shuffle to the bright screen. Move the cursor a little to wake 'er up... it's Saturday, 11 PM. That's good, not a work day. I work at the bookstore, it pays the rent.