Rene spent far too many Sunday afternoons reflecting on the number of cocktails she had consumed throughout the weekend. Almost religiously she would sit down to consider her life in general. Rene consistently came to the same conclusion: she needed to turn things around. The following morning she would kick off with a healthy bowl of muesli and a yoga class before walking to the office. As the week matured her routine slowly disintegrated. By Friday Rene would sleep well past her alarm, drive to work, and consume nothing but strong espressos until her lunchtime splurge. She would cap the week off with alcohol and cigarettes until it was time for another reflection.
This Sunday Rene arose with her habitual alcohol induced headache. Her usual reflective contemplation, however, was nowhere to be found. ‘Fuck it,’ she thought, ‘I’m driving to work this week. And fuck muesli too.’ It was the refreshing change Rene had spent months searching for. Nothing had ever tasted as good as the coffee the following morning.
This Sunday Rene arose with her habitual alcohol induced headache. Her usual reflective contemplation, however, was nowhere to be found. ‘Fuck it,’ she thought, ‘I’m driving to work this week. And fuck muesli too.’ It was the refreshing change Rene had spent months searching for. Nothing had ever tasted as good as the coffee the following morning.