My turn.
To reach for the drugs. Not work a full day. Ignore the treadmill and all my other big plans for the evening.
You know it’s time to wrap up and head home when the industrial carpet at the office starts looking comfortable enough to crawl up on for a short rest…
And with another snap of the fingers priorities are rearranged again. God's cruel way of forcing me to slow down.
To reach for the drugs. Not work a full day. Ignore the treadmill and all my other big plans for the evening.
You know it’s time to wrap up and head home when the industrial carpet at the office starts looking comfortable enough to crawl up on for a short rest…
And with another snap of the fingers priorities are rearranged again. God's cruel way of forcing me to slow down.
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