Nothing. They called me "nothing." in Candy Corn on the Cob (October 2019)
- Oct. 4, 2019, 2:19 a.m.
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I really don’t have anything to say. I’m exhausted. I have a late assignment. I need a shower, and I’m tired, and I still owe Spanish tonight. This one late class is kicking my ass. Needing a shower shouldn’t be this damn exhausting but tonight it is. Please don’t make me conjugate, Spanish book. Pretty please? I really need the weekend. I need some quality sleep. I need clean underwear. I need....damn, I need to spend time with my kids. And read. And write. And…breathe.
And then Monday will come along and it’ll be another white-knuckle descent into “who the fuck told you you could do this shit at 40 you dippy broad???”