Iz frowned at Ty. He was hunched over the steering wheel, grimacing and gritting his teeth. It was bad, very bad.
“Look honey,” she said, “it was only a game.” 564 more words
Day 2 of starting over. Doing the work, or trying at least. I’m not sure what constitutes work.
My routine in my recent unemployment, I’ve decided, is this: wake up (at a reasonable time, and don’t press ‘stop’ instead of ‘snooze’ and fall asleep for 2 more hours like I did today) and get the coffee going. 795 more words