Norman clicked off his little alarm clock and slipped on his slippers, working his way to the bathroom. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, fixed his hair, as little as that was, and worked on his khaki slacks and green tie. He was ready for the day.
Norman didn't feel particularly handsome, wearing a green tie. Perhaps it was because it didn't match his eyes, or it was because Norman felt that his skin took a gangrene hue this day. Norman picked up his cat, also named Norman, to help make him feel better.
"You don't care about my skin discoloration, do you Norman buddy!?" Norman cried playfully as he shook the felines fur off of its body. The fur poured onto Norman's work clothes, and subsequently, a roasting pot of coffee.
After having a mandatory cup of coffee at home, Norman was perplexed as to whether or not he should have breakfast at home. He did have a surplus amount of oatmeal, as the week before there was a sale. 2.50$ a carton. But he wasn't entirely certain if he felt like oatmeal this morning, and a McDonalds egg Mcmuffin felt due.
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