Staring at Friday and hardly knowing what to do with it. Goddamn, but it's been a long week.
Still punching away.
Had dream last night where I was trying out for some sort of job. Donald Trump was the star, naturally, but I was there trying, and finally, it all went south.
Yesterday, young J said he wanted to kiss me. He did, and then, with a devilish smile announced, "I spit on you jacket."
I couldn't stop laughing. His mother was mortified.