Another day in a workday life, I suppose. Up at 8:15, shower, cup of coffee at my desk checking the news to see if any new catastrophe has befallen the world, out the door by 9:15 with a cigarette + 2 minute walk to the subway and into work by 9:40.

Eat an apple, surf the web mindlessly until I find myself revisiting pages I have already checked that morning, just in case something updated in the last hour, and then start working in earnest. Papers upon stacks of papers upon stacks of papers and emails piling in my inbox at such a rate that my only goal is to clear them and never think about them again, driving me into a mild frenzy at times, lest I get behind by a couple of things I have to do. Luckily, today's not really one of those days. I remain on top of my email inbox and there is no adrenaline today. There is no sweating. There is no feeling of fire burning under my skin with stress. Just working.

Eat a sad cuban pulled pork with black beans and plantains for lunch, stainless steel fork on a styrofoam plate, all sitting in a cardboard takeout box from the cafeteria. Check Deadspin again.

More drafts of documents and more emails in and out. Phone calls with questions I can't answer.

Eat some Mexican chicken salad concoction in the cafeteria, which is probably less healthy than the pizza sitting next to it given its liberal use of cheese, salt, sour cream and guacamole. But, if I understand nutrition correctly, and I believe I do, eating one serving of fruits or vegetables actually subtracts something unhealthy from your diet. So, basically I didn't eat anything for dinner. Bummer.

And now, at 10:07, i get to leave the office and go home. And work some more. But with beer.

Edit: Wine.