Hint: I can’t figure it out anymore…
Maybe I’m alone in this .
It’s 8AM. My phone is vibrating because I was too drunk last night and forgot to turn the ringer back on. Amazed that I actually woke to the tickle of my phone, I quickly turn my attention to everything I’ve pushed aside. Pushed aside for the past week, past month, past semester.
I bounce to the kitchen amazed at my peppiness and creep past the pile of dishes I’ve neglected for days…maybe weeks. Bowing to the invisible audience chanting inside my head, I clear the counter and scoop espresso into the machine.
If only I was a machine.
Ctrl alt delete. I won’t let this dampen my mood. I’m energized before my daily six (I’ve never used that phrase, but it works, so I’ll keep it). Six shots of espresso, a few Adderall with a few shots of Ketel and I will feel invincible. But it is too early for drinks, and I’m not trying to add to my budgeted calories (got to make up for yesterday, eternally).
Yesterday I went to the grocery store. Never a good idea to go grocery shopping when your hungry. I recall my mother echoing her grandmothers warning of always wearing clean underwear just in case you’re in an accident. I guess it’s my generations spin on that tired mantra. I mean, do they not know what happens when you…
