"Day one, huh?" Dave smirked. "You look like you’re trying to diffuse a bomb.""I'm fine," Elias snapped, his voice an octave higher than usual.
This was the danger zone. The sun was down, the house was quiet, and the blue light of the monitor beckoned. This was when the habit usually took hold—the mindless ritual of boredom. Day 1 of No Nut November
He stood up so fast his chair hit the wall. He grabbed a book—a dry, technical manual on diesel engine repair—and began reading it out loud. He did forty pushups. He drank a glass of ice water so cold it gave him a headache. "Day one, huh