Today was just perfect.

[_wormwood]

I recall sitting on the edge of the bed in little more than underwear, staring at the purple, blue and pink of a towel, thinking, Fuck.

Fuck waking up sick.
Fuck not having my cell phone.
Fuck not having a key to the house.
Fuck not having change.
Fuck Subway for not giving me change.
Fuck collect calls.
Fuck having to wait in the cold.
Fuck my dad for being an asshole.
Fuck being late to work.
Fuck co-workers.
Fuck black ice.
Fuck the commute.
Fuck Subway yet again.
Fuck guitar strings.
Fuck this incredible ambition that I can neither deny, nor utilize.
Fuck.