The little things
I’m home, back in Fairfax, and sitting on my couch watching Netflix because the repairman is fixing our television. I have him convinced that I hurt my knee by getting into a bar fight. “You should see the other girl,” I told him. “She was shitfaced.” “What’d she do?” he asked me. “Got up in my space. I politely asked her, she said no, she pushed me, I pushed back, things escalated and we were both on the ground.”
“Jeez,” he said. “I used to get into shit like that back when I was in the military.”
This is how I entertain myself.
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My internship ended yesterday and with it, any sense of understanding about what I want to do with my life. Nothing like a daily panic attack about my future to keep me on my toes.
