Every two weeks (or so) I’ll be having maintenance nights. These are periods of time where I spend hours waiting for something good to happen, it is (each time) utterly fleeting.
You walk away like a hungover woman in college, that walk of shame as you exit the bedroom of the Quarterback and all his friends make cat calls, etc.
I assume this is a thing, it was in a dozen films or so over my life. I didn’t really hang out with people in college so I can’t vouch, but there were quite a few drugged up folks that walked shamefully from our floor at least.
So yes…nothing interesting today. Tomorrow I might banter on about how cool microwaves are.
