It is nearly 6pm. I just woke up. I slept for 14 hours, but that doesn't seem unusualy anymore. I make coffee and stand outside to smoke a cigarette. My throat hurts. It is almost dark, the last birds still chattering their evensong. By the time I've finished smoking, they fall silent.
Inside again. It is music time. First song of the day, Nine Inch Nails, Closer. Some dark filthy sex music to set me up for the night.
It appears that I have departed from the routine.
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