[Fiction Practice] The Gig Grind

3AM, 6AM, doesn’t matter. It’s too early. Gotta get up. Outta bed now. Zombies look better. Get that coffee. Focus on something. Distraction from sleep. Get some food. Still groggy. That drive’ll suck. How’s the weather? It’s cold out. Warm in bed. Still gotta go. Can’t use sick leave right now. Just get going. Gotta dress nicely. Gotta look presentable. “Where’s my purse?” Warm up the car. Now I’m late. Today’s gonna be a grind.

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