Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Sixty-Two
I’m going to get out of bed on time today.
If the sale of the store means a better-functioning POS, then I’m here for that, too.
More pink?
Building heat.
A little bit of pleasure from three women telling a man that it’s incredibly offensive to tell a woman to smile more.
One dead bird. Two malfunctioning computer screens.
I thought I was coming as a spectator, but here I am behind the scorer’s table, doing the books for the middle school game. The ref asks me if I’m still coaching basketball. Yes, of course. He tells me I’m going to have a good group of players coming in next year.
I’ve seen these faces before.
Peanut Butter Campfire.
Tongue still feels burnt.