K is for Kan’t Stand This

It’s not hard to figure out something’s wrong when I find myself sobbing when a web page doesn’t load fast enough.

When the dark shape I’m constantly seeing out of my corneal corner begins to coalesce into something I’d rather not see at all.

When I finally make it down to the basement to bring up the laundry, only to realize I’d already done it some time before.

Praying for a long time but never moving ahead on the beads.

“Wow… I guess I did forget to brush my hair. Huh.” It’s not hard to figure out something’s wrong when I find myself sobbing when a web page doesn’t load fast enough.

When the dark shape I’m constantly seeing out of my corneal corner begins to coalesce into something I’d rather not see at all.

When I finally make it down to the basement to bring up the laundry, only to realize I’d already done it some time before.

Praying for a long time but never moving ahead on the beads.

“Wow… I guess I did forget to brush my hair. Huh.