things are ugly. I’m ugly.
It happens. And so I stall.
It’s 5:08pm on a Sunday
and I have a very large
amount of work to do,
things I want to have
accomplished by the time
I head to bed tonight, or
whenever it is that I man
age to get into bed, but
I’m still in bed. Have
yet to shower. And under
this exterior, I’m scared.
There are so many vari
ables that I can’t end this
quite yet, and I normally
would have by now. This
has been happening quite
a bit of late. And so I get up,
