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Parts of my life are highly pathetic. For the past two days I’ve come home from training with fast food for dinner and ate alone while watching a Harry Potter movie on my laptop. I fell asleep halfway through each night, woke up around midnight, then traipsed into my bedroom and kept sleeping. In the morning, I woke up with just enough time to feed Roxy, shower, fumble into some clothes and rush out to work. Then I did it all again the next night.

I don’t talk to anyone, I don’t go out, I don’t have social media. My life could operate through an old Motorola Razr that billed by the minute and I wouldn’t know the difference.

I ought to subscribe to the local newspaper and have it delivered to my doorstep every morning by a kid riding a bike, then read it outside with a cup of coffee while Roxy digs holes in the yard.

Maybe I’ll install a landline and start paying for my porn, buy a typewriter and write out letters in cursive to the phone carrier or Duke Energy, start traveling by foot again like when I was a kid, when everything was an hour away and getting lost was an adventure.

Maybe I should grow a garden full of vegetables and plant fruit trees so I don’t have to go to the market anymore.

If only the milkman still came around…