for New York. It’s 4:42 am. She’s been here for 19 days straight, which is the longest succession of days we’ve ever spent together. She’ll be back in two. Before she moved here, every visit was spent discussing how soon one of us was leaving and how much it sucked that we had to. We would endlessly discuss possibilities for the next visit one way or the other. It seemed like most of our time together was just us dreading the moment when it was time to leave.
This time, it was just I’ll be home on Saturday.
that that quiet, nagging voice that tells me to call in sick at least once a week is something I should listen to because today it rained all day and I had a 40-foot trailer loaded to the back door with 1600 cases of beer and I left the house at 7:30 this morning and I JUST FUCKING WALKED BACK IN at 11:30 pm and my bulkhead/basement door that I just blew $1100 on a month ago leaked into the basement where I JUST FUCKING MOVED ALL MY STUFF AND LISA’S STUFF TO and Lisa had to clean it up while I was at work and she did a great job but I swear I’m never not calling in sick again.
Also, I didn’t break a single case of beer today which I never do. I mean I never don’t. I never don’t break something. I break shit. All the time. Still should have called in sick.
Okay, good night.