Ten.Two Thousand & Fifty-Nine
What day is it?
Why am I so tired? I take another sip and put my head down on my desk. Am I even going to make it through the day?
Words matter.
I keep moving the to-do list from one day to another.
Shocker.
She wishes me bad luck. I will take it.
He asks me why I’m being a “hater.”
I stare out the window as she drives us back home. I will never get tired of these glowy evenings or the color of the sky or the trees.
Pizza and beer.
So quiet. So tired. Tomorrow will be fun.