Later that day

The morning pulsed by without the slightest alteration of repetition. Progress and execution were the intentions of the day, and thanks to the lack of disturbances, each were reckoned highly triumphant in the substance of a few hours. A successful day was in the makings and would have turned into such, if it were not for some unlikely occurrences.

The first of my many, dubious distractions transpired around lunch, actually it was something I should have foreseen but it appears I was too enthralled by the confines of my surroundings. Once again, I was deep in thought when the janitor decided upon initiating another one of his surprise attacks by chucking his lethargic arms into a closed door, forcing it to swing open and smacking into a concrete wall with a most astonishing of sounds. “Blarks,” he was screaming in a very enthusiastic manner. Startled I remained, as if I was a marsupial who inadvertently hopped into the concentrated beams of a sedan powered by an aborigine.

“Blarks,” he inquired in a more civilized approach.

“Pardon me?”

“Blarks? You know the place that gives free chicken milkshakes with a purchase of any extra economical meal. I know, I was skeptical of that place until I had their milkshakes. Man, I will tell you. You can’t find a place that handles their chicken better than that.”

Express-food…an established commodity of the new world, one that has yet to encapsulate me into a realm of super-saturated carbohydrates and unnatural chains of proteins that have been mutated in the extreme heat of commercial fryers. “Well, it is approaching that time and I do feel a bit malnourished. Can I ask you? Do they offer any vegan alternatives?”

As the janitor stood there, gently caressing his ghastly abdominal cavity he countered with the most absurd comment. “Vegan? What is that one of those new age religion things? I suppose you can pray to any god you want, it’s a free country you know. Plus, I am not a pessimist”