Friday, September 9, 2011

a prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray Mother Nature my state to obliterate. I mean, if you were planning on sending a typhoon here at some point, tomorrow would be nice because then I wouldn’t have to go down to Madison and chaperone a youth dance, standing there for 3 hours, looking almost as awkward as the teens because I don’t know any of the adults and they all know each other and don’t talk to me so I spend all night playing on my phone and pretending I’m totally not uncomfortable. I’d settle for a blackout, or a monsoon. I’m not picky.


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