“Yeah, it’s lunch time, dude.” “Fuck!” I tear out of bed and dig through my dresser for clothes. I have to eat breakfast and lunch before the game. I have to or it fucks up everything and I’ll play like shit. I’ve normally been up for hours by now, gotten breakfast, showered, made sure my suit is ironed, and everything I need is packed in my gym bag. Today is a shit show and I’ve barely opened my eyes. I need my god damn routine! Fuck!
