Jamalyn (jamalyn) wrote,
Jamalyn
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I ache.

I passed Simon in the hall today with little more than a perfunctory nod (my hands were tied up with brown paper bags full of heavy, expired drugs from the various PYXIS machines thorough out the compound) only to be surprised (frightened, actually) when he spun around and called, “Hey!”

“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.
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