conversations and monologues

Anyone who really knows me knows that I enjoy to write a little bit. I took a couple of classes in college, but it was just to have a mental release I guess. So I started keeping bits and pieces of writings in a notebook I entitled 'Conversations and Monologues'. Not real conversations, just things that pop into my head. I thought that I may share them periodically just to have something different on this. To take away from the monotony of my complaining about work and other people. Sometimes, I'll wake up at one in the morning with these thoughts racing through my head and have a need to write them down. These aren't the things that will take long to write, or even to read. They are just there, I guess.

Monologue one:
Beep. Beep. Beep. Be...
Silence
Groggy awakening postponed for nine minutes. Then eighteen. Then twenty-seven. Then...SHIT!
Late again.
The covers fly off.
Rushing to dress.
Hoping time slows to catch up, but you know it won't. No breakfast, no shower, no clean teeth.
They feel fuzzy from cigarettes and beer.
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Conversation one:
'I love the sound of rain. On the windows, car roofs, tent canvas. It's so...zen.'
'Do you know what zen is?'
'Does it matter?'
'If you find someone who cares about it, yes. It could, in fact, matter.'
'Do you care about it?'
'Not necessarily.'
'Then what's the problem?'
'I was just saying. You generalized. Generalizations can be bad. That's all.'
'Right.'