Today’s essay was supposed to be “The Bad Day.” However, I had such a lovely time typing “The Good Day” that I didn’t want to short those vibes, so I waited until today to write “The Bad Day.”
Then, at about 11:30 today, right after I’d finished flat-ironing my hair, G came home for lunch and a nooner.
How the hell am I supposed to write about having a bad day when I’m having a great one?
Not that I’m complaining.
Please, by all that’s holy, let’s put off my ability to write “The Bad Day” as long as possible.