How do your bum days manifest? My sister is in my husband’s sweatshirt and jeans (her own thankfully), I am wearing my dad’s dress shirt and shorts. Listening to Beck.
Put your hands on the wheel, let the golden age begin
The window down, feel the moonlight on your skin
I drive all night just to feel like I’m okay
These days I barly get by
I don’t even try, I don’t even try
The are books all over the place. We haven’t vaccumed since God knows when. There are plates on the floor. My ink pen with spilt ink on the carpet. I am writing a paper. There are articles all over the floor, library books perched on the edge of the table. I just shifted and accidently banged my laptop against the table edge. Now it has a gash in the screen but I don’t care. Today is my bum day, with bum emotions.