Hugh Manatee got out of his bed. Unlike the mass majority of the population this was no small feat for Hugh Manatee. To get out of bed Hugh Manatee first had to wake up, which he was always unsure would happen (you see Hugh Manatee had sleep apnea which was caused by his large aquatic mammalian body living out of water).
"Fuck," Hugh Manatee though as he rolled over in his bed (he had not moved since 5:37 this morning when he rolled over after turning off his alarm clock which awoke him at 5:30), it was now 9:30 at night and he had not yet checked his e-mail.
Hugh Manatee at 9:43 left his bedroom. He walked (or what would be considered walking as a manatee) over to his computer that sat in the corner of his living room on a small metal desk he purchased from ikea. Hugh Manatee turned on his computer and then checked his e-mail.
Inbox (2) his computer displayed.
Hugh Manatee decided that he would check his e-mail at work on Monday (two messages were not significant in Hugh Manatee's life).
Hugh Manatee moved from his metal computer desk (which he had purchased from ikea) to his couch (which was not purchased from ikea), the couch was light blue with a large white floral print on it.
"Fuck," Hugh Manatee thought as he flopped over onto the couch. Hugh Manatee turned on his television.
"I should buy something," Hugh Manatee though as he watched the happy people on the television try to sell him some new fangled worthless contraption for 3 easy payments of $19.99.
"Maybe I'm depressed," Hugh Manatee though.
"Maybe you are," said Hugh Manatee's sub-concious.
"Shut up," He shouted yet again into his single residence appartment.
There was no reply.
"Fuck," Hugh Manatee though as he realized that the only company he kept was a company of his own, and even his own company did not want to keep his company.
"Maybe I am depressed," Hugh Manatee said (The use of I am opposed to I'm signified a more of a statement question rather than a real question), there was still no reply.
As the Television flickered the images of the happy people selling a product they had probably never used before and never intended on buying for 3 easy payments of $19.99, Hugh Manatee layed on his couch.
For a split second Hugh Manatee felt something which could have been identified as real emotion, Hugh Manatee did not know what this feeling was. Hugh Manatee mistook sadness for an itch on his rash (which he aquired from the cubucle at work).
"Fuck," Hugh Manatee though now devoid of emotion as the Television continued to flicker.
