The sun is shining and it is Friday.
…I have had enough of the life-junk and am going on strike as soon as it hits 4:00.
…I will not wash the dishes, or clean the bathroom.
…I will not pay the bills or go food shopping.
…Instead, I will put in my earbuds and go for a walk.
…In the sun.
…With the clean air.
…And the happy runners.
…And let all my thoughts and problems just be ignored.
…And prob’ly get a frappachino.
…The whole-milk kind.
…And point at the boats on the waterfront.
…Then feed illegal bread to the seagulls and squirrels.
…And watch that one dude by the docks, who disco dances in roller skates to silence, cuz his brain is fried and he still thinks it’s 1974.
…Because this is what I need.
…For me.
…And I need it, TODAY.
…Right now.
…Cuz enough is enough.
…And I’m tired of feeling shitty.
The sun is shining.
And it is Friday.
~D
