A Regular Day - Creative Writing

I am a simple man.
I go to work.
I come home.
Today was just like any other day.

It is now dinnertime.
I am standing over my oven.
In my underwear.
Waiting for my frozen pizza to cook.
This is the beauty of living alone.
You can eat in the kitchen in your underwear.
Such freedom.

While waiting for my pizza to be ready,
I grab the milk from the fridge.
All my glasses are dirty
so I drink from the milk carton.
Refreshing.

There is nothing on TV that I want to w.....
Wait a minute.
That's right. 
I no longer receive a signal with my rabbit ears.
Analog to digital.
I'm screwed......no TV.

I check on the pizza.
Then for lack of anything better to do,
I scratch my balls.
This occupies my mind for all of two seconds.
I check back on the pizza.

My life is simple, really.
I live alone.
I eat alone. 
I sleep alone.
And then I scratch my balls from time to time.

Just a regular day.