Tuesdays.

She looks at the radio, vaguely noting that she’s not remotely interested in the music coming from it.  The singer vocalizes as if crying into the microphone.  This grates on the last nerve of someone struggling to procrastinate for a final few minutes.  The panic has yet to take hold.  How many sunrises can one see before insomnia fades and exhaustion sets in?  She decides to make a game of it.