My intention was to come home and start some laundry and
clean up the house, take a shower and go to work. It’s been a wreck since I
started working a lot and being stressed to the point of breaking. I came home
with my hopes up. His car was in front of the house. The front door was open.
After calling him I realized he wasn’t home. Then I face planted into my pillow
and bit my cheek pretty bad in my sleep. After I woke I had every intention in
being in the shower within 15 minutes. Instead I went down and put on some
water for a noodle dinner. Now I’m sitting here using the hiccups as an excuse
to mix myself a third drink and knowing that without a shower I still have 10 more
minutes before I have to leave to go back to work. My spare time was filled
with reading a webcomic and listening to really loud punk music.
I suck at being alone.
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