Unless (Secondary)

I'm late, but I'm here. I don't want to be here, but I'm here. I have nothing to say while I'm here, but I'm here. Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself; I cannot do otherwise.

This is often the nature of a writing exercise.

We've bug-bombed the house and cleaned it and everyone is absolutely exhausted and I swear I meant to do my homework. I brought all of it with me. I ate too much lunch and slept with my face in my jacket and my fingers in my ears, dogs keening and snapping at the fronts of their crates by my elbow. All day.

The nearest thing to good is half-sleep in too much sun after too much food.

When I'm looking forward to Monday, just to have somewhere different to go, I wonder if I'm more stressed than I realize, or if I just run this way, tuned too hot, something from nothing and nothing and nothing, it's nothing, no go.

I'm falling asleep at the keyboard. I think we're done here.

Bonus Round (Three-Point Shot)

I am...used to this. At all hours and volumes, forever.

I will confess I laughed when suddenly this was immediately followed by this, without pause. I kept listening to see if there would be Thriller, but apparently no.

I am so tired I cannot even. I will have to beg off meeting with my one professor YET AGAIN.~

I, like, random thoughts of a nondescript nature about how I like the dubcon better with the drug content added goes here.