Memory and Reminder

Every day after school, walking back to my car, I pass the J. Reuben Clark Law Building. I work there every morning from 4:30-8, cleaning toilets and pushing vacuums, zombied by the proto-morn. I do enjoy the drive to work, traveling Provo's surreal and emptied streets. At the end of my day on campus, I walk past the law building back towards where I parked. Seeing the building not only pulls up the memory of that day's bodydragging morning, but reminds me that I'll repeat it in another twelve hours. Memory and reminder crashing into each other, myself sandwiched between. Is pattern killing me, or keeping me alive?