Hector watched the
cortisol
infused rats scuttling around.
People had places to be. And they had to have been there ten minutes ago.
deadline
s were past due. And the
coffee
was no longer hitting. Though they still needed the coffee. That was not up for discussion. Even when the
caffeine
no longer worked you still had to guzzle it down. Even when you knew more
Work
wasn't the answer, you had to charge full steam ahead.
It was the
lunch
rush. He could use a rush himself. His life was no longer stressful, but it had become
boring
. He looked forward to nothing and there was nothing he was proud of when looking back at the past 18 months. All would be fine and dandy if he could live like this forever. But that was the tragedy of life. That it ended one day.
Because and only because he knew that he would one day be dead did he consider his boring life unsatisfactory. He needed to do something. But what? He wondered as he checked his phone to see if anybody had texted back. He had texted seven people this morning. Not a single one had given any real reply. All perfunctory one word or three word replies. He could tell when someone was going to engage him. These were not them.
What would he do that day? He had already had his lunch and 2nd coffee. He could go have a drink at a bar. But he was frankly getting sick of drinking. What to do? What to do?
He had run out of shows to watch. All the good ones he had watched at least twice. And the day before he caught himself reading on
Twitter
rather than paying attention to the movie he had picked out on
Netflix
. His hands had been in his pants. Stroking his penis. What the hell was he doing with his life? He had enough cash in his bank account so now he was watching movies that were putting him to sleep while touching himself.
He should call his dad he thought. He hadn't talked to him in a few weeks. But he would do that after he came.
