I swear Mother Nature has it out for this city. We are
flooding and dying of heatstroke all in the same week – day, even. It’s like
she knows I did something wrong. Although, I’ve been doing something wrong for
twenty years so that can’t be it.
Maybe it’s Sandra, maybe she’s cursed. That’d be new and
exciting. Bring some magic or superstition to the mix. Generally, I hate mixing
genres…and I still do. Nope. We’re rejecting your version of reality, magic.
There is no curse.
Glad we solved that problem.
Man, I am in a weird mood today. Maybe my emotions are tied
to the weather. That I could believe.
God damned Daniel has me so far off my game, I can’t even
think of a good metaphor.
I kid you not, this is what happened on Sunday:
It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning was right over our
heads, thunder shook the house; the power went out around eight o’clock. James
was at work so I gathered the kids in the living room for flashlights and,
since someone (*cough* Jason) forgot to charge his phone, played some board
games. I know, clichéd and lame. It was. We gave up after three rounds of
Hearts and went our separate ways. I was standing in the kitchen doing dishes
like it was a frickin’ horror movie. Right in time with a booming roll of
thunder, there was a knock on the door and I’m ashamed to admit that I jumped
and screamed. I opened the door and I swear to god, there was Daniel in a
yellow raincoat.
Right out of a fucking horror movie.
He asked to come in and I refused so we stood in the doorway
while the rain poured behind him. He saw Sandra kill that homeless woman last
week. He came to warn me that my daughter was going to get caught. He was worried
about me.
That asshole.
I slammed the door in his face and told James to watch for
him on his way home but I haven’t seen him since. This man is driving me crazy.
With the stalking and the obsessing. I know, poor me. But such is life.
Just like a horror movie.
Other than the incident on Sunday, Sandra got a job as a
cashier at a pharmacy, Jason is, of course, still unemployed but managed to
nail down a girlfriend who doesn’t mind the body odor – I swear that boy is a
traitor to his computer geek stereotype – and Heather is slightly less of a
bitch this week (I think her husband found out about the affair).
Things are going well. I’m happy.
The skies have opened up and the apocalypse may be at hand.
But I’m happy.
As always, dear readers,
Stay Safe
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