Typically Sunday is thought to be a day of rest but let's face it, for an unemployed slug like Richard, most days are kind of like Sunday's. Usually he sleeps in until noon and then drags his ass out of bed long enough to make coffee and turn on the TV or his computer. But today he is rudely woken up at 8:30am by his alarm so that he can meet Max at the gym for 9am.
He's still half asleep and as he looks around the gym for his friend he resembles a mole rat, one who has popped up from a long slumber underground only to look bleary eyed up at the sun.
"Jesus. Are all these people on speed?" He muses out loud as he looks at all the gym-goers who are already working out on the floor. It's the only thing that makes sense right? Who naturally has this much energy?
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Date: 2025-11-17 10:59 pm (UTC)Typically Sunday is thought to be a day of rest but let's face it, for an unemployed slug like Richard, most days are kind of like Sunday's. Usually he sleeps in until noon and then drags his ass out of bed long enough to make coffee and turn on the TV or his computer. But today he is rudely woken up at 8:30am by his alarm so that he can meet Max at the gym for 9am.
He's still half asleep and as he looks around the gym for his friend he resembles a mole rat, one who has popped up from a long slumber underground only to look bleary eyed up at the sun.
"Jesus. Are all these people on speed?" He muses out loud as he looks at all the gym-goers who are already working out on the floor. It's the only thing that makes sense right? Who naturally has this much energy?