What am I even doing here? It’s payday. The murky looming sky deems me uninvited but I would rather be under its blanket than these fluorescent patches of illuminated slave keepers. I spilled lunch on my skirt. Shout Wipes are God’s invention custom made for me. I was good for breakfast and good for lunch and then, and then I ate the entire box of Raisinettes. They’re 30% less fat you know and have lots of them fruit antioxidants. I just spoke to him, the beautiful creature that actually cares for me and has so much to offer, from Asian lunch to fervent love. My heart beats a little louder around him, to get my attention I think, but there’s so much to do, so much to do today…one more hour and I’m off to do all the things which drive me mad.