Monday, June 9

The Truth Is

Sunday, when I was shoving furniture away from the wall so I could sweep & mop under it, an open bottle of wine fell to the floor, ricocheting off my head and spilling absolutely everywhere. I don't really have any insightful commentary. It happened. I re-mopped; I took a half hour long shower; I went to bed. Monday, our air conditioner broke at work. This week has nowhere to go but horizontal or up.

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