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>Become Cyrus the Restless; start working out during our free time
You've never been particularly fit before. The last time you think you have intentionally exercised was back in high school PE class. You weren't one of the jocks by any stretch of the imagination as far as you can remember, but you do remember being pretty fit back then. Maybe your metabolism slowed down during college or something. You look over your body in the darkness of the room. You're wearing an oversized shirt, and flabby lumps of your body create hills in the canvas of your dark shirt. You're not fat, just skinny and lithe. You might even have man boobs, but you're too disgusted by your own body to continue to look at it. Shifting your eyes to your hands, you see that your arms are skinny, with soft hands. God, no wonder she left you.
>Take out all the trash
>Take out the trash and the TV along with it!
>Get rid of the television. It is a tool of oppression.
Yeah, maybe you should clean out the trash. It's been there long enough. You get up from your pathetic position and go to turn the TV off. Your mind wanders to good times watching Seinfeld back at home on the set, but you hadn't seen it in far too long. Either way, it'd get in the way of your cleaning. You press the power switch, but the static stays there. Piece of shit. The power switch doesn't even work. You pull it back away from the wall (it's sitting on the floor because you're too broke to afford a decent TV stand) and pull the plug. The static lingers for a moment, but then fades away into blackness. You're alone in your room in the now pitch-darkness of night. Fuck, it's dark. You blindly reach out and stumble towards the light switch, which flashes on an uncomfortably bright amber light for a moment, and then stays on.
The shadows in the room burn away into the sad reality of your squalor. Not much of a bachelor pad is left here.
