The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

Can I borrow a feelin’? Could you send me a jar of love? Hurtin’ hearts need some healin’, Take my hand with your glove of love.

If all goes well, I get my transitional dentures in two hours.

I’m bloody pacing.

In my chair.

Because the actual act of pacing might irritate other members of this household.

I mean.

I can barely stay in my skin. Don’t need to subject the family.

Just hope nothing goes wrong.

They haven’t called to reschedule.

So there’s that.