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My friend says he doesn't like you

There's some mornings where I just don't want to get up. Where the thought of going to work is somehow more loathsome than the day before. Where, I imagine, someone could look at me driving to work, and be taken back at the look they see on my face. The look of grim determination, wearing a week's worth of stubble, a look of sheer willpower edging itself along at 60mph. A hazard on the road for sure.

This morning they would have seen that face. However, it would belie the shameful truth contained within the metal and glass. I was jamming out to the Mos Eisley cantina song. From Star Wars.