I have a lot on my mind.
A million things swirling around in my brain.
So many fuckuperies and fucknuckles and fuckity fuckness I can barely put one foot in front of RoboBoot.
My timing is off.
Time is running away from me.
A sponge bath in the sink is all I can manage. I thought I could shower but time got away from me.
That damn wall is so interesting.
And a shower is such a production of balancing and climbing and hopping. And hoping like fuck I don’t fall.
I throw on my clothes.
Static electricity in the air.
In my hair.
My clothes sticking to me.
I call to Boo, for the elevenhundreth time to get his shoes on.
I reach into the medicine cabinet to down something for this pounding headache.
And spray my clothes and body with anti static spray while contemplating another day in the office filled with smirks and sniggers at my predicament.
Shoes Boo, NOW! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD DUDE! SHOES!
I glance at the bottle as I place it back in the cupboard…
All over my body.