Ten.Eight Hundred & Ninety

1. I should just get up anyway.

2. Where are my pants? I need to just get some clothes. What am I actually waiting for?

3. The sound of the coffee pot sputtering. The sound of my fingers on the keys. The soft glow of the lights from the window. I think about how she will tell me that she won’t eat a waffle made from the Krusteaz mix but she’s totally fine with an Ego.

4. They eat almost all of the Egos. What’s a mother to do around here to keep the fridge stocked?

5. I understand why there are so many black women entrepreneurs. Who has time to deal with foolishness all day. It’s draining.

6. But sometimes you have to decide that you just don’t care.

7. She stopped by and brought in a platter of cookies. I wish she was still here. At least she was kind.

8. “It’s just that you and I have zero tolerance for shitty people.” I just sometimes wish my intolerance didn’t display itself so prominently on my face.

9. I won’t tell him that yes, that very same thought occured to me today. We are really close. Maybe that is what I want.

10. “Do you even know what you want?” “No.” “Okay. When you figure that out, you need to tell someone.”