March 6: Sick Day

I’m laying in bed. I’ve been laying in bed for five hours. On a weekday, when I am supposed to be at work.

Days like this have become more and more common. Legs like funeral pyre, slowly consumed. Can anyone else smell the burning?

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Salt, Sex, and Big, Red Trucks: A Night in Dallas with Melissa Broder

I parked my silver hatchback at a meter in front of the bookstore with twenty minutes left of The Pisces audiobook to complete. Is it weird to sit in your car on a city street, listening to a book read at two times speed? Is there are way to do it without looking like a stoned creep? Continue reading