I’m waving the white flag of surrender. I am giving up on today. I can no longer adult or people. I am defeated today, as well as I’m in pain on my entire right side (thank you shoulder and fucked up lady parts). I want to sleep until the weekend, and even then I’m not looking forward to the festivities of Saturday. Because, people. And noise. And light. And life. I want to commiserate with misery for a couple days.
In Fort Blankie. And my personalized Z Whacker. And booze. And ear plugs. And blackest black sunglasses.
Because right now, life doth sucketh.