Its Monday. How is it Monday.
It is also freezing. He jokes with me about it, but its true. I still miss the days when the boogers froze in my nose.
She spills water where she’s not supposed to. The kid with the high-pitched voice and irritating disposition is in the corner. She’s wearing a thermal shirt. It has to be 80 degrees in here. And he’s sprawled out across the floor. Dying? No. Just hangry. No. That wasn’t a spelling error. Hungry plus angry.
What is a Monday.
Let’s go eat Thai food.
Alexander Gray and Bernice Claire, 1930