Kablammo!

I hate routine.

And yet here I am, day in and day out, snoozing the same alarm at the same time, hurrying to catch the same shuttle to make the same metro train, to sit in the same windowless room and do the same stuff. And then every day I’m also using the same stall in the bathroom, washing my hands beneath the same faucet, and every afternoon at low-blood-sugar time, buying the same beverage from the cafe thing downstairs. I’m that guy who knows what he’s getting to the point where he has exact change ready before he even leaves his office.

I wish my attention span were longer than three months.