I have a late morning tomorrow. I think I’ll put on a movie and paint Easter eggs to look like minions.
All I wanted out of this afternoon was a fucking nap. That shouldn’t have been too much to ask.
When I was in my teens, I knew the girl whose family lived in the old farm house my great grandparents had had to sell. So one time she invited me over and we went up to her room and I looked around and was totally just like “Yeah, this is the room where my great uncle was born.” Then she invited me to a party and it was late and we were telling ghost stories and she was all “I think this house is haunted.” And other people were like “But who would haunt your house?” “We should hold a seance!” “I guess it is pretty old.” And I just deadpanned at them all like “Great great grandma says she hates the curtains.”
She stopped inviting me into the house.
You would know that everything would start going wrong the day before I have to start a stretch of work days that I was already uncertain of my ability to survive.