Nothing's There.

Wake up. It's 11 in the morning. Check phone.

No new texts or missed calls.

Take shower, get dressed. Look for sweatshirt.

Can't find it in the room, don't care enough to pursue any further.

On goes the computer. Check email. Just spam, of no concern to myself (or anyone else for that matter).

Open shutters, look outside. Rain pours from a dark sky. Looks like I won't be going outside today.

Go downstairs, look for food. Nothing in the fridge, nothing in the pantry, nothing bloody anywhere. Check clock.

It's noon. Maybe I should try going to a restaurant. But I can't just go alone.

Look through my phone contacts. Chris is gone, Gabe's at school, Ben is with his dad, Alex is with his family, Eric's skiing. Everyone has something to do.

Except me.

Fuck it. I'll just play Mass Effect until I can think of something productive to do.
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Look at clock.

IT'S 7 IN THE EVENING.

FUCK ME.

Heh, that was moderately humorous.