see you never
Thursday, December 31, 2020Last year, this time, I was stuck in a hospital bed, about to be sedated on a cocktail of antibiotics and painkillers. I'd been told that they'd decide in 24 hours' time whether they'd have to chop my arm off (I can assure you it was a lot more graceful than that).
As much as I hate this day of the year the most (thank god for continuity of thought), it's good to be home and in my bed, and sitting against my laptop and not be forced against my will to pass out at 11 pm with the medicine I've had a serious reaction to and knowing that my parents are crying somewhere in the 6 km radius about the state of affairs.
Keeping this bit of a tradition alive with my last day of writing and out with the old business. There ought to have been a catch-up, year-end review bullshit but really, haven't you had enough with my year and the details that you didn't sign up for and yet got? This is meant for everyone in the world except that one solid cunt sitting somewhere in Europe, keeping her eyes on my movements and hoping to see if I tap the next dude or speak to the other ten and then call those dudes and their entourage and the rest of the English speaking world to ask/check on me, despite not having seen my face in over half a decade, in hope that she can ruin my fucking life and call it a "misunderstanding". Oops.
To you, I say, go fuck yourself.
As much as I know resting is for the dead, I am all up for it.
Bring it on, 2021. But just don't fuck me over like 2020. k?
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