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.