this goddamnwed week

warm and dry, sunny and comfortable — very little marine layer inland. the kind of weather that slaps, probz the nicest month we get before summer tries to kill us all 🦷 this goddamnwed week. i sort beads by vague color just to calm my hands. skull beads lined up like teefs. writers group asked if my friends use dating apps for relationships or casual vibes. “how should i know? it’s not like i read their bio,” i wrote. candy elle called from a car, shit reception, talking about some castle drama. i half-listened, half-drilled. my pills sat on the table for an hour before i took them. i hate it but i do it. phyllis hopped onto the chair and nosed the roman glass. i pulled it back fast. some things can’t be replaced and her tummy is one of them.