<b>Name: Lyrik Klose <br/>
Date/Time: </b>Day 1/Morning<br/><b>Location:</b>Clyde Coffee Shop<br/><b>Wearing: Light washed denim jeans, white knitted tank, hunter green button down, with a half moon necklace. <br/>
Content: Daily routine <br/>
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</div><br/><br/><b>Lyrik groaned at the rising sunlight as she swapped her chunky black sunglasses out for actual prescription ones to review the menu above the counter. She was a regular at the coffee shop but they always changed up the specials so she made it a habit to check before ordering. Her head was pounding from working late last night. She was suppose to clock out just after midnight but her relief didn't come so she stayed behind the bar pouring drinks until 3am.  Other than the pure exhaustion and mild headache it wasn't a terrible trade off. She made a ton in tips last night thanks to the local sorority that hosted an event where she worked. <br/>
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Approaching the counter she opted out of anything fancy and ordered an x-large black coffee and a blueberry muffin. She doubted that she would eat it in her current exhausted state. But just in case she turned a leaf and started feeling any better after a hit of caffeine and two tylenol, she'd have it close by as an option. She took the number card handed to her and retreated to the back corner of the cafe away from the street windows. Removing her glasses, she pulled out her laptop and fired it to life. She had ten minutes to log into her class and "check in" for lecture. She was nearly complete with her studies and fighting burn out. The professor she had this morning was not helping that battle but instead adding fuel to the flame. He required everyone to be on camera, all the time. She took the virtual class for flexibility and a bit of freedom. He gave neither. <br/>
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Once her laptop was on and logged in she placed her bluetooth earbuds in, slid the camera guard away from the lens and offered up a fake smile and wave to the class. Leaning back her seat she hid her yawn behind her hands, blinking away the water trying to escape from her tired eyes. She thought to herself,  <i>I've never needed coffee so badly before. </i>Looking away from the screen she saw the petite barista walking toward her with her order. Laying it down on the table, Lyrik whispered "You are an angel" to the women making her laugh. "Thank you a million times." <br/>
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Lyrik lifted pulled two tylenol from her purse pouch, plopped them in her mouth, and then raised the golden liquid to her lips. She blew against the steam softly, before risking a scalding sip. The thick flavor coated her tongue and warmed her chest instantly as she swallowed. Now, she waited for the magic to work. She adjusted once more in her seat, pulled out a notepad and pen,  and scribbled todays date at the top. Focusing her attention back to her professor on the screen, she reminded herself it's only 45min and she would survive. Probably. </b>