Game of Life

Go to work, go to home, pay the rent, pay the debt, sleep. As the time dragged by Dithers began to think of his life in stages, breaking each portion of the day into brackets. The early morning level wasn’t too rough because work was still fresh. It was not until after the lunch break that Dithers felt like the work level became truly challenging, the constant monotony of identifying photos, listening to people talk about their respective games, and staring at the clock as he waited for this tedious level to be over. World of Workcraft, the game, often did not need many tips to play it through all the way. The train ride game was easy and Dithers’ favorite. Home was another kind of game entirely, trying to stay entertained for the brief couple of hours that he was unable to fall asleep. Dithers found himself getting up earlier and earlier in the morning, because he so much fresher then than in the evenings. It also made him more tired so that the evening level was easier to handle. Avoid thinking, avoid questioning, stay calm. The dinner hour increasingly became the part of the day that he just wanted to be over as soon as it began. He scarcely gave the bartender Mark or the restaurant a second thought, having gotten so sick from eating there. Weekends were the worst of all. On weekends, Dither drank. He sat in his apartment and waited for the time to pass so he could go back.