assignment 12 zachary langdon

Oh, how I dread 6:50 am. The rest of my life is simple, predictable, peaceful. Any other time it’s just tap and swipe, tap and swipe. I can function under those conditions, I can manage that, but time hath no fury like 6:50 am. Mind you, it used to be a lot worse. I could be jostled at any point of the earth’s rotation at random. I could barely hold coherent thought; my mind scrambled at the whim of the universe, no order, no complexity, just the futility of making a train of thought on a fault line. But now it is replaced by dread. The predictability of 6:50 am haunts my thoughts for hours. It is both inevitable and unthinkable, always there and never acceptable. Oh god I wish it would go away. It’s my only barrier to peace, the only obstacle between me and tranquility. Its maddening, infuriating, defeating, numbing, insan-DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT.