I didn't really do anything of importance yesterday. So it wasn't really worth mentioning.
I did about the same amount of stuff today. Oh yeah, I dropped my phone in the toilet. I was trying to take a shower, so I gathered all of my stuff and went into the bathroom. I was trying to simultaneously put the toilet seat lid down, and put my stuff on the shower rack when my phone slipped off the stack of things I had in my hand and into the toilet.
I literally tossed down all my stuff and snatched my phone out of the toilet. I then whipped it apart like a trained Marine with his rifle and dried all the parts of it that I could with my towel.
It flickered back on long enough to show me that it had given a valiant effort. Then it blacked out. It's been sitting in a bag of rice ever since.
I never did take a shower.
Tomorrow, I guess they want to finally take me to the Met. We'll see if that happens. I'm so ready to go home now. I can't stand these people anymore. I want my regular family back. With their regular problems and dysfunctions and "sugar-coated" lies. That's what my aunt said. She said white people sugar-coat their problems.
I don't give a fuck anymore. I just want to go home. See my Sweetness. My mom. My Pooka. My Nightmare. Hell, I even miss my teddy bear, Ben. I miss my shower. I almost miss my nagging old grandmother. Almost.
Anyway, I love you. Goodnight...
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: I have to pee like a motherfucker.
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