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.
“It’s too early in September to be this cold”, she says, as she refuses to wear socks and do anything that might warm her up.
It’s Wednesday, and thank you for spending the morning with me. At least, that’s what they say on the local news. It’s another stupidly humid day, and I’m drinking a coffee while Mal cries at the bottom of the stairs. Yesterday’s shift was decent. It was steady at times, but never reached the point where…