Groundhog's Day

Groundhogs Day
I wake up at 8. I know, it’s not the 6 A.M wake up I was instructed to have but if this is the day I must relive over and over I might as well live how I like. (Clearly Bill Murray and I are not quick on the uptake.) I drive to the gym with my roommate, and I can tell I’m getting sick. Of course the day I’m destined to repeat would include me feeling sick. I’m always sick. I run a few laps, easily passing the early morning walkers. I go into the sauna. I’m hoping it will clear up my congested head. It doesn’t. We leave and I lay in bed, the perpetually lazy person. I play a mindless game and then decide I should do something with my day. I fix my hair. I walk past the contractors currently making plans to fix something or other wrong in this horrid house. I grab my purse. I have a mission today and it is one I have been dreading. I drive downtown past the buildings I see almost every week. I don’t pay enough attention but my mind is trying to go blank. I walk into the jewelry store and drop the ring on the table. How much? A hundred dollars, I’ll take it. I browse the glimmering cases full of beautiful trinkets and think about how and why gems are so valued. I take my time looking at each offering carefully debating whether I should spend more or stay within my limit. Since this is supposed to be a very lively day I almost talk myself into the gorgeous flower earrings with the diamond in the middle. But then I spot the dainty yogo sapphire necklace carefully placed upon its box. I’ll take it. I drive back to my house with a sense of pride and also a sense of loss. It’s so strange the emotions we place into things. I get home and grab lunch. Sushi. It strikes me strange that I am never given a say in my meals. I go upstairs. Breakdown. I can’t believe Alyssa is leaving. I should help her, I have so much to do, I really should help her. Maybe if I stay quiet. Car. Driving. To where. Not my choice. Am I hungry? Back home. Homework. Homework. Homework. I thought this would be easy. Apparently I was naïve. Should I call him? No. I should call him. No. Should I? No. Yes. No. Yes. I’ll text him. That ended poorly. Don’t be upset. But I am upset. Distraction. Mindless. Sleep? Lock the door. No privacy in this house. Bang. Bang. Bang. A call? Ignore. Goodnight.