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Alright so I'm thinkin Friday I get up, 'round 1pm, maybe closer to 2, feel around for a box of lucky charms, then it'll dawn on me, I don't eat lucky charms, haven't since I was in Osh Kosh B'Gosh. Gather my wits, scrape together some change from between the couch cushions... wait a minute is that a lucky charm? What the f...oh...nope, just a regular marshmallow that's turned blue with age. I'll lumber down to the diner and get an eggwich 'n coffee and scan the paper when suddenly I'll remember what urgent and important thing I'm supposed to do that day but it'll be too late by then so I'll go back to my eggwich n' coffee. I'll head back to the apartment and surf the net until the phone rings and someone tells me I should do this or that in such a place, and I'll begin my routine of "getting ready." After wrapping up my net surfing session, I'll head to the bathroom and stare into the mirror. Somewhere on my mind will be the question of whether or not to wash my hair. Depending on my energy level I will either wash, condition and style my hair, or put it up and cover it so as not to get it wet during the shower. When I finally break my mirror gaze and undress, I'll adjust the temperature of the water to a just-above-lukewarm point and begin showering. I may or may not shave any combination of my legs, arm pits, and snatch. I'll scrub my face with a brush made for face scrubbing. I'll wash my body with an all natural body wash even though I'm not even half a hippy but then again I did recently take up the smoking of marijuana. These sorts of thoughts will cross my mind. Which will remind me to scrub my feet thoroughly. After I towel off the mirror might catch me again and have me entranced for a bit before I go to choose what to wear. I will approach my closet like one approaches an ex that dumped you, with an attitude. I don't give a fuck! Think I care if that shit don't fit?? Nigga pleaze! Then I'll huff and puff my way into some ill fitting garment and sigh as the littlest tear forms at the corner of my eye. I will immediately proceed to the kitchen and feel around for a box of Lucky Charms, when perhaps the phone rings again. Ah, just a txt msg. Where r u? I'll lie and reply: On the train. To cure my blues I'll put on Saturday in the Park by Chicago and turn the volume way up. Then one last look in the mirror before I head out to such and such a place to meet so and so, about an hour late.