Neither Here Nor There

Some days, you just don't want to get out of bed. The kind of day where you brew the coffee onto the counter instead of into the coffee pot. The kind of day where you could have sworn that you turned off your alarm, but apparently, you hit "Snooze", because it's wailing away at you from the other side of the apartment, and as you turn it off, you mutter, "Fuck you." The kind of day where you actually feel like you could vomit at the sight of your roommate and his girlfriend, lying in bed together. Because it reminds you of a.) how fucking lonely you are, and b.) they don't have to get out of bed for another three hours.

On these days, some people might call in sick and crawl back into bed. But did I do that? No. Because I knew that tomorrow will probably be just as bad.

On a Scale from 1 to Bitter: Exhausted
1-800-Bitterness.com Radio: Soul Asylum - Runaway Train
1-800-Bitterness.com Reading List: Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis