My Day - Personal Narrative Essay

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My Day - Personal Narrative

It is said that 666 is the number of the beast. This is completely wrong. It's 7:00.

A pair of words glide slowly through the mists, floating up and down like a newspaper drifting across an empty street carried by a fresh breeze. They approach me, and gradually it occurs to me that the words are "up-town". They are shortly followed by another word, then another, until slowly a number of these words merge together to form a sentence. This sentence sits in the back of my mind for a few seconds like an embarrassed school-boy waiting outside the head-masters office, before eventually gathering the courage needed to break forward. The sentence formed is "Up-town girl,
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Having usually taken substantial injuries to the soles of my feet, I promptly switch off my radio, hop painfully back over to my bed, and jump in for another 30 minutes kip. You can't hide forever though, and at some point the enemy of work dodgers the world over that people tell me is my mother ruthlessly hunts me down and hounds me from my resting place.

Finally giving in to the inevitability of consciousness with all promise of further sleep dissolved, I grab my freshly crumpled clothes from the top bunk of my bed and head out into the cold dark depths of the corridors of my house, vainly searching for the bathroom. Having come to the realisation that it is directly in front of my bedroom door, I promptly hop inside for a nice, warm shower. Cold showers are supposed to wake you up, but I find that they just make my mood darker, a difficult task after I've just woken up.

By the time I've had my shower and pulled on my nicely creased clothes, it's usually about forty-five minutes past seven, at which time I go downstairs and feed the attention loving simpleton that is my dog. This usually consumes about 10 minutes of my time, as I have to watch her when I let her out to make sure she doesn't jump over the back fence and escape again. This has happened less often as of late, although I suspect that the hole she's been digging recently may in fact be an escape route seeing as how

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