Something sharp in my sock. I can feel it when I lay my right foot on top of my left, poking. Things get stuck in my knits and I can never find them. I have to toss dad's sweatpants because of that, there's something sharp in the thigh and I can't find it. I've tried but it's where the fabric is wearing away because of my thunderous legs rubbing together and the whole thing is a fibrous mess. I don't want to get rid of the sweatpants, because they were dad's, but that sort of sentimentality is silly because he got them when he was already sick, it's not like I have a crazy memory of him wearing them. Just wearing them sick.
I'm waiting for chicken tikka to arrive, I've ordered it online from a place that delivers fairly quickly, all about indian. I don't want to leave the house again tonight, and it's been a minute since I've grocery shopped.
Adriene is annoying me again. She has been working hard for the last few days, which means she is acting like a goddamn teenager. Waving me away when it looks like I'm about to engage, grunting something that I only interpret as salutation because I know her. Leaving without saying a word when I got home today, looking pissed that I got home early, like she wanted to leave without anyone bumping into her. I think I would be less angry if she didn't play the goddamn radio on the weekend mornings. She gets annoyed that I invade her space, but then she does it to me, on the only morning I get in the house. She's alone here all the time. I guess it's more that we're annoying each other again.
Silly that eachother is not a word. I say it like "ee-CHOTH-er" and i always forget to type the space between the two words. Always getting that little red line.
Foods here. Told you it was quick.
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