Ritualistic

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I woke up with my face in the hamper. When sleeping alone in my 2000 acre bed, i often have a tendency to be nomadic while im out. Last night was no different. Face down in a cavernous plastic void that reaches deep down to the floor, i realize my phone is playing the friendly "New Mail" jingle. Judge by the direction of the sound, i quickly gain my bearings on the room around me.

Its a CCed message from GJ, short and sexy. Good thing, it was the exact motivation i needed to get my sweet ass out of bed. I crawl like a wounded bird to the edge of my glorious bed and perform a controlled fall. As my body engages, all functions become nominal, and i realize that i am quite hungry. Shambling slowly to the fridge, i brace myself for disappointment, as i know i haven't got much in the way of edibles. To my surprise, i find a piece of pizza i made last night, yet hadn't the vacancy to eat. Without thinking, my hands quickly force the slice down my throat.

This is where things get a little hazy, i do remember sitting at my computer for at least a half an hour, but what i did, i cannot recall. I regained my hold on reality for a moment when i stepped into the cool spray of my shower, then promptly blacked out again.

Somehow i got to MWAA, and made my way to the coffee station. I remember pouring a cup slowly, as to savor the moment, then with a gentle embrace, picking up the cup with the utmost honorable intent. What followed was one of the quickest mood altering experiences i have felt. I grinned like a retarded child on Christmas, with my new found love in my right hand, all my gear in the left, i slowly made my way to the server room, raising my cup to other office workers in a gentle 'cheers' fashion.

checmical dependency:
n.
A physical and psychological habituation to a mood- or mind-altering drug, such as alcohol or cocaine.