Yeah, late again, like finally reaching the next gas station on the turnpike but the needle’s been on ‘E’ for what felt like ‘e’ternity.
But what have I got to be happy about today? Well, I have a full tank of gas. Hush ya mouth, self. Now get serious. What’s got your bubbles peaking? Aother night off AND tomorrow too. Nooo, do better.
Honesty. I don’t want to get into details, but I recently dumped a load on someone that probably can be said to be my best friend in a way. Didn’t plan it like that. We just really can tell each other everything. And…we share a last name. My son, okay? I tried parenting that kid, but we are great friends and I couldn’t be without him.
Speaking of which, he’ll be home at 5:00 and I need a bath before then. Gonna go soak till my fingers pucker.
And then I forgot about it. One bath, a shower, eight hours of sleep, a flysaster and a hamburger kater… I’m now 35.5 hours late posting my dailu self-pump. This makes me 11.5 hours late, so far, posting todays. My mood’s pretty chill, so I won’t rush, but if I don’t get to it tonight, I’ll give myself two compliments tomorrow. Or three Tuesday. I’m a collector of things procrastinated. If you ever need to turn in some late work, rummage through my boxes of styff that just ran to late to bother. There comes a point you can’t say you care and expect to be believed.