I tell myself it will be a fun yet full day.

Hot water. Not even a tea bag. Nothing tastes good to me.

Sometimes doing it alone feels easier.

First in. Dark offices. Only the light in the kitchen on. The sound of the hot water falling into the mug. My footsteps echo as I make my way up the metal staircase.

Forgot to eat.

Not exactly what I expected to be doing today, but here we are.

But here we are.

I like to eat with people who aren’t afraid to eat.

For a scrimmage, this is an intense game. Three-point win, down to the last second.

From where did this myth emerge?