It’s day five hundred zillion and twenty three of doing nothing productive.
The time is 9:06
I’m watching a movie
Stan is watching the fish
Mila is eating food
Stan notices me taking pictures of Mila and he shoves his way in front of the camera
I induldge him
This is my life.
Bombs are going off some where.
Children are starving, perhaps a block away.
Someone is dreading their spouse coming home.
Someone is dreading their parent coming home.
Someone drank the water.
A person is getting arrested.
A person was just shot.
Someone is pleading for their life.
Someone is taking their life.
A person is expecting someone to show up.
Someone is standing someone up.
People are making out.
Several people are making out.
Several people are making out at once.
A few hearts were just broken.
And I’m still watching a movie.
I’m good with that.
