My day in the office. I some how misjudge the time completely and end up getting to the office at 6am. The days get light so early in summer it's hard to tell the time.
"What am I doing here so early?" I say to myself across the empty office.
I plug my laptop in. I make coffee.
It's not a big misjudgement, in fact, I'm not even sure why I mentioned it, it was just when I looked at the clock it was so early, which made me start thinking about the morning, backwards, wondering where the time went, or didn't go. (I guess the Americans would say, or didn't went. Seriously, their English is appalling)
It was just surprising. You know when something isn't how you think it is.
I pig out at the barista breakfast provided for the staff, 3 hours later, so much so that I don't eat the lunch Sam prepared for me. I take it home.
Sam hurts his back stretching on the couch during the day.
"Strenuous day?" I say to him.
"Ha ha," he replies.
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