My neighbors downstairs are grilling and I just heard the guy scrape a bunch of stuff on a plate and it struck me how odd it is to live in such close proximity to other human beings and yet to never interact with them at any time on any level.
I’m tired, I don’t like looking at my resume, and I’m sick of job boards because they’re full of things I’m not qualified enough to do, or I’d be required to sit and answer phones all day and I’m sorry but homegirl’s not having that any more if she can at all help it.
I’m tired and going to bed. It’s 7:45 pm. My hair is still wet from this morning’s shower. And I think I hear cicadas.
What kind of world is this?!