[diary] 080503

Deja vu.

I woke up to my usual morning alarm. 6:30AM, set for every morning. My body ached and eyes felt dry. I undraped the fleece blanket off of me and got up from the sofa. Stumbling toward the bedroom I turned off the kitchen lights and let myself flop on the bed before silencing the alarm. Dark silence enveloped my consciousness again.

I was awakened a couple hours later. I lay there staring at the ceiling. This routine has become too familiar, too often repeated.

Deja vu.

The word hung over my head stubbornly.