♪"Carry on my wayward son, there will be peace when you're done, lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more..."♪  
 
Its 6 am.
 
Yet another clock alarm. The same one as every day. It used to be one of my favorite songs, but I absolutely despite it now, because I didn't change the clock alarm tone for a long while, and it symbolizes another mind-numbing day of work.
 
My eyelids feels heavy. It feels like I didn't get any sleep at all. I wonder how long was I asleep. Was it three hours ? Two, perhaps? Nevertheless, the knowledge of it will not help me feel better, nor it will help me with my sleep issues.
 
I slowly rolled out of the bed, the first thing I felt was a chill that ran down my spine. I pay a lot for heating, yet its not warm at all. I hope they rot.
 
After letting out a sight, I stretched my arms and legs,put on my shirt and pantsm then slowly walked towards the window and opened the curtains, only to see that It's still dark outside, and to make it even better, its pouring outside, and everything looks gloomy.
 
"Fascinating" - I said with a smirk on my face.
It can't be helped. I must repeat my daily routine, and get to work. Another interesting day awaits - Checking the health of young cripples and tending them.