LOUD

Luther M. Siler

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.

Whoopsie

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Somebody almost fucked around and forgot to blog today. Not that I actually have anything I want to talk about; I just had a parent come at me about her son’s “alleged” absences and I’m not in the greatest mood.

Well, okay, I’m in that sort of I keep receipts for allllll of this, ma’am, and you’re about to find out what my tone is like when I’m not telling you to fuck yourself but I want you to hear that anyway mood.

Do not, in the same damn email, tell me that you’re not home during the day when your son is supposed to be at school and then use the word “alleged” to refer to his absences. Just don’t. It’s not gonna go well.

Off to watch television.