[ WP ] A love story in a coffee shop during an autumn night .

*'' Alright, focus man. Get your shit together. `` * 
 
 
 He stared into the dirty, toothpaste-stained mirror, water dripping off his brow and chin. 
 
 
 *'' You got a busy day ahead of you, remember where you put that list? `` * 
 
 
 He blanked out, then he saw the crumbled piece of note paper with the words ``!! GET SHIT DONE!!'' written across the top. Right next to the Take-out menu, under the Insane Clown Posse meme magnet. 
 
 
 *'' Oh, Shaggy 2 Dope, one day you would be able to comprehend the mystery of magnetism, but for now, your only job is to remind me that fast food is *fast*, and to make me smirk every time I get a glass of water. `` * 
 
 
 After a quick glance-over of the list, he realized that tomorrow might not be *that* hectic. 
 
 
 
 
 **!! GET SHIT DONE!! ** 
 *'' This title is definitely LOUD. I must've been wasted when I wrote this. `` * 
 
 
 **-tidy up apartment before parents visit** 
 *'' Eh, this place is fairly tidy, It'll be EASY. `` * 
 
 
 **-send the boss those `` company moral boosting'' proposals** 
 *'' Paragraph 1: FUNNY HAT DAY'' * 
 
 
 **-buy a new shower head. ** 
 *'' I think I'm ready for THREE stream settings now. `` * 
 
 
 
 
 His eyes grew heavy, and the thought of being smothered by a pillow sounded delightful. *Time for sleep. * 
 
 As he hopped into bed, he noticed two orange pills sitting right next to his alarm clock. 
 
 *'' Adderall? Were these for tomorrow? Hmm. I probably wo n't need them, but fuck it, ca n't complain about a little extra attention. `` * 
 
 *'' 30mg, extended release..ok, ALOT of extra attention. `` * 
 
 
 
 He got comfy, slowly being engulfed by his king-sized bed, like a balloon into a giant cloud. 
 
 His eyes closed, and slowly he slipped into slumber. 
 
 
 
 ** *1 hour later..* ** 
 
 
 
 He laid there, quietly, feeling like he forgot something... 
 
 Insomnia, fueled by the by product of over-analysis. 
 
 *'' Maybe it's the socks. YEAH... that's what I forgot. `` * 
 
 The thought of sleeping in socks was up there with going to sleep with a hat on. *Drunk or GTFO* 
 
 *'' Nope, still awake. Maybe some yawn-friendly material on Netflix will sooth me. `` * 
 
 *'' What's Cosmos? Looks boring enough. Haha, its the guy from the meme'' * 
 
 
 
 ** *6 hours, and half the series later... * ** 
 
 
 
 
 *'' Oh my god, its 7AM, I'm suppose to be up in a few hours. Damn you, Neil! Why must your inviting portrayal of Time and space, paired with stunning visual effects feed my hunger for knowledge and excite my child-like sense of wonder!?!? `` * 
 
 *'' I should've swigged the ZzQuil at lights out. `` * 
 
 Then, in the corner of his eye, a bright orange glow shining under a dim table lamp. *Bingo* 
 
 He went to the kitchen to grab some water. He locked sights on magnet as he chased down the pill. 
 
 *'' Fucking Adderall, how do they work? PRETTY DAMN EFFICIENTLY if you ask me. `` * 
 
 After the episode was over, he decided to get ready. *The day starts NOW* 
 
 
 
 The clogged shower head trickled water onto his scalp, while he daydreamed about new shower heads. He knew the pills kicked in once he started staring at his light fixtures and questioning the durability of his toilet seat. 
 
 *'' Oh man....no coffee or breakfast today. Juan Valdez, you and Tony the Tiger get to sleep in today. Science has once prevailed again! `` * 
 
 He bolted through the hallway, with the energy of a million college students. *Yup, he's feeeling it. * 
 
 *'' OK OK OK....What's the first thing on the list? AH!! CLEAN UP!! I'll start off with my laundry, then I'll go through that pile of papers on the desk and get rid of some junk. And... AND..I CAN FINISH UP COSMOS AT THE SAME TIME!! `` * 
 
 *Productivity levels are at max-capacity today. * 
 
 After the full apartment scavenger hunt for that **one missing sock**, he compiles, then separates his colors and whites so quickly and thoroughly that he'd make a Klan member blush. 
 
 *'' Alright, so now thats handled time to tidy up this apartment, with Neil DeGrasse Tyson riding shotgun. `` * 
 
 

