I take a pill or two and the mashing of gears in my head slow to a dull, manageable roar.  By the time I’m at work, I agree to take an intake and allow my schedule to fill up on a Friday that was originally more workable. 

By 1:00pm, I’m imagining myself at home reading Kafka and drinking a cup of coffee, though a more realistic vision would be of finishing intake revisions, progress notes, and OTRs. 

In my office, still, I’m listening to whatever music is quiet enough to fill up space in the atmosphere without being a nuisance.  Just enough to drown out my headache and the other offices in my hallway.

I just need to get some more sleep.