Have
you ever tried to be polite AND helpful when you’re running on no
sleep? I haven’t gotten a full set of 40 winks under my belt in days.
I’m so frazzled that every time I hear a new explosion, it jolts me to
attention and my heart races like I got caught with the neighbor boy in
the back of dad’s chevy. It’s like watching the Hunt for Red October;
action sequence, lull. Action sequence, lull. Action sequence! . . .
Lull. Fuck this noise, literally. I make no promises the be able to
hold my tongue today. You hear that world? You’ve been warned.
*Disclaimer - This post is part of a series. It is meant to build up to my party for my 35th birthday and is a work of fiction
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