Friday = a half glass of some cheap red blend that I keep losing.
I read somewhere on one of those annoying listicles that one of the unspoken rules is not to be on social media while intoxicated.
Pssssh. Well, I’m not.
I will say some listicles are better than others. Just like how some horoscopes seem to fit.
I can hear Sean playing Mortal Kombat through the walls. FINISH HIM. Some bloody maneuver. A severed head, a spine cracked in two.
I’m writing. I’ve got about a half page. It’s shitty shit, but I suppose I’ll keep going just in case it’s not tomorrow.