There’s a game on I won’t watch, things I won’t pack, and things I won’t take. There’s snow I hate shoveling, and I’m probably going to cry today, because I cry everyday and I’m just so fucking tired of it.
Did I do anything I planned yesterday? Not a chance. I distantly socialized instead.
Did I put sugar in my tea this morning? I feel like I did. But it tastes like I didn’t. Weird. Then again, I woke up thinking today was Tuesday. I’ve thought the same thing every morning since Wednesday morning. Who knows if there’s actually sugar in there. Today, in his excitement for breakfast, Chaucer…