Today I woke up tired. Bone tired and worn. Worn like the beaten shoes you throw away. The ones with mouths on them. God I hate Mondays. Even more than Garfield. No matter what I do, I wake up with the worst back cramp ever on Mondays. It doesn’t matter the position I sleep in. I’m convinced the spirit of Monday has it out to get me. I find myself waking up before my alarm and cursing the first day of the week. It probably doesn’t help my chances but I ain’t apologizing. Like a lover scorned, this spirit has it out to get me. Sometimes I’ll lose my keys or my phone and my brother will find them in a matter of seconds. I looked in my cupboard and pulled out my favorite cereal and poured a bowl. I go to the fridge and guess what? NO MILK! Do you know how annoying that is? Would drive any sane person mad. After my breakfast (Toast with jam), I got ready for work. Writing has a way of calming one person down. I’ve always appreciated that. Some days people are down on their luck, and the universe has a way of humbling people and I’m so very humble.
This is a diary entry of a fictional character.
Grimm’s the name. Grimm Jack if you want to be formal. I collect souls for the Almighty to judge. Lately, I’ve been feeling a little unappreciated. Who am I kidding, since The Big Bang I’ve felt pretty unappreciated. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m the Grim Reaper. I am literally Death personified. All I ever do is collect the souls of the dead. Do I get a thank you? Nope. Do I get some recognition? Nope. Do I get the goddamn credit? HELL NO. Some holy feathered chicken named Azrael gets all the credit, all while getting called “benevolent.” I can be benevolent. I can be cool. I just like getting the job done, so I’m sorry if I can’t spare a couple of seconds. It’s not like 150,000 people die a day right? All the while that lazy butterball takes all my credit. Sigh. I’d just like to be appreciated, you know? I’m labeled as this skeleton dude in a creepy robe with a scythe. I haven’t worn that look since the Dark Ages. Those were the day’s man. I had a reputation, and then Christianity came, and the Almighty decided it needed Angels to help out. What am I? Chopped liver? I’d just like a pat on the back every now and then. Maybe a present. Who am I kidding, just give me a better scythe and I’ll call us even.
Today was a hot day. The kind of humid hot that scorches the inside of your lungs. The only relief was the constant feeling of the cool wind. It was the type of wind that soothes the hurt. The smell of chlorine permeated the air. There was a spill near the pool and the chlorine had gotten everywhere. Today is my last day in Alexandria. I’ve spent it relaxing, which isn’t a big surprise. After today, my brother and I hop on the 86 train back to Boston. Gonna be great, except for the fact of not knowing if we’ll be able to sit together. I find that I prefer trains over planes. If God wanted us to fly, we would’ve had wings. We don’t, so I fly on planes as a last resort. As soon as we get home, we’ll have maybe 5-6 hours of sleep before we wake up at around 7 am to get to Clark University for a college visit. I know Clark is my go-to school, but after waking up at the crack of dawn, I’m sure my dislike for the school may grow (joking, mostly). After that, I’ll want to see my older sister because it’s been a while. I can’t wait to get back to Boston.
I woke up today at 6 a.m. to catch the train back up to Boston at around 8:40 a.m. I started my morning off with the best breakfast sandwich I’ve tasted in a very long time. The melted cheese went really well with the bacon and warm bagel. There was some jalapeño cream cheese smeared in its hot goodness. I love food, man. Food is nourishing and delicious. My brother and I went on the train and stayed on it for about 6-7 hours. When we arrived in Boston, I was greeted by my dog, Eddie. Eddie couldn’t come with me to Alexandria but looked excited to see me. I got to eat some fire burritos from La Taqueria and headed home. My family and I then watched some of the Olympics. I was disappointed with the skateboarding team. I definitely feel like we could have found better talent (the really talented people wouldn’t have been able to pass that drug test.) On Saturday, I’ll visit my birth mom. I’m both excited and annoyed. There will be words between us, but I’ll pull through. I’m confident that we’ll have a good day, and I can’t wait to yet again try some new foods.