“Yes?” I questioned after I had regained some semblance of my balance.
“Shit,” he answered, “What time did you get here this morning?”
I told him and glancing at his watch, he remarked, “No wonder you look like hell,” before turning back around and leaving in the direction he was originally headed.
If I had had any strength left, I would have thrown those bags at the back of his head.
As was, I just made a mental note to kick him as hard as I could at my first possible chance.
I need new friends. :)
Its raining again and all I want to do is curl up under a stack of heavy blankets in a dark room and let my mind weave its silly little stories into the wee hours of the night.
But I can’t. I have to function tomorrow.
And that makes me hurt.