pale drone, red eyes.
New goal: be in bed by ten-thirty PM at the latest from now on.
Because if it isn't somebody yelling my name from across the house, it's the fucking dryer that shrieks and squeals whenever it's used (usually around dawn, Christ). You know the one, in the room next to mine.
Because if it isn't somebody yelling my name from across the house, it's the fucking dryer that shrieks and squeals whenever it's used (usually around dawn, Christ). You know the one, in the room next to mine.