ONCE AGAIN I was getting to the best part of my dream with the hottest chick and the freakin alarm goes off...and it went off late! I threw on my filthy clothes with a grunt and heavy breathing, and i had to grind my teeth together to keep from punching a hole in the wall (another one) when i realized the fridge was empty. Just great! Now im hungry, disappointed, tired as hell and late for work for the third time this week. Oh, wait, it gets better...the highway was gridlocked. I sat in the same damn place for almost 15 minutes without moving an inch. I finally start to move and some SOB cuts me off...i hope his little girl in the back seat wasnt old enough to understand the words i spat at him, or the gesture. Finally i speed into the parking lot at work, and squeal into the only space available, about 100 yards from my office. My blood was boiling at this point, and the intense heat radiating off of the asphalt had little to do with that. I stormed into my office soaked with sweat, only to find the AC broken like it was a month before. I slammed my fist down on the desk in frustration, which of course ended in nothing but a broken pinky. I almost screamed as red filled my vision, the daunting day of work ahead of me breaking me down. Finally i sat down long enough to notice the ugly neon colored sticky note stuck to my desktop. I did as it said, and sat outside my boss' office cursing her out in my head as i wondered why she would want to see me and not even be there at the allotted time. By the time she arrived with that fake smile on her plastic face i was ready to imitate the man at the bar who put a fist to snookis face. I withheld, only to learn that "my services were no longer needed". Say what? I work harder than anyone in this godforsaken place, and a few times showing up late gets me booted?! I left without a response, fearing for her safety more than anything. I left quickly (no officer, the tires on the boss' car were slashed before i got there) and sped home. A speeding ticket and a near assault on a cop later, i flew into my driveway and marched inside yelling expletives that my neighbors were quite used to at this point. I attempted to call my girlfriend to let her know what had happened, but i couldnt calm down enough to find the words, and smashed the phone down onto the tile instead. My alarm clock went next. I guess at some point the fracture in my hand got to me, as i finally laid down to nurse my finger with a bag of ice and let the numbness overtake me. One too many shots and i fell back asleep (or blacked out), and i got back my amazing dream, my only hope of escaping reality.