LOUD

Today wasn’t a bad day, at least not by any reasonable standard– I grabbed a Pumpkin Spice Latte on the way home from work, because fuck it, and Bob Enyart died of Covid, so it at least ended well, but … God, they were just loud today, all day, and there was just a bit too damn much Monday in my Monday today, if I can get away with saying something that fucking trite. I’m tired as hell and staring off into space– this paragraph took at least half an hour to write– and all I want to do is curl up with the kitten and read.

Or, like, play Dark Souls or something. I dunno. We’ll see.

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Luther M. Siler

The author of SKYLIGHTS, THE BENEVOLENCE ARCHIVES and several other books.