Staring at the ceiling

The clickety clack of the 8.05 defines the beginning of another day.  Craning through the crowd on the station, looking at the scheduled / arrived dichotomy, looking for a pattern.  But there is none, its just another idle intellectual exercise to avoid reading the recycled crap that I hold in my hands every morning.  Closing my eyes for a few seconds, hoping for some rest before I begin my active / sedentary life at my desk.  Wondering how best to pretend that I am productive while trying to figure out when to leave without looking like I don't care.  Board my multi wheeled steel and electric chariot to come back to the long platform in the grey glare of an early summer evening. Walk back across the concrete parking lot, trooping up the stairs to my modularized living space.  Another day gone, another evening contemplating on how best to make use of 'me-time'.  Overwhelmed by the opportunities at hand for entertainment, all byself.  Going to bed, a thousand things flashing through my information saturated brain without a single coherent thought.  Rolling about for a few minutes before sinking into dreamless slumber in anticipation of my beeping alarm in five hours time..