precipice.
i’m on the precipice of a four-day weekend, and i feel as if i’ve never needed something more. skivving off the last two hours at the office too, was an inspired decision on my part. something about an appointment i had to attend to at home - it was brilliance. and now, i sit here with a cup of tea in hand and a puppy in the yard frolicking in the muddy snow, shoving whatever he can into his snout and i couldn’t love the shit-monkey more.
and now i’ll wait for this first day of spring to turn to dusk, wait for the boy to come home - we have a date - we’re going to a play, we’re so pretentious it makes my teeth itch. then a late dinner to end off the night.
someone stick a fork in me, i’m done.
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