every day was the same.

wake up, stare at the ceiling, wonder why. that was essentially john's morning routine. he had nothing going for him. well. except for you. you seemed to be the only constant in his life. you had been there through everything. all for him. all for john.

today, on this particular day, it was quite bad. he didn't get out of bed until around noon and skipped any sort of food intake, instead opting for coffee and a cigarette.

seems the 'fat beatle' comment really got to him.