6:50 on a Sunday morning is a little too early for a kick in the ass, but I took the hint when I fell out of bed and landed on my shoe. I need to write.
I would have the computer all to myself I thought...
So I get up and wobble out to the garage for a cigarette, make myself some instant coffee (I make it with cold milk so it tastes like those Starbucks things you buy at the grocery store), go brush my teeth and find my spot on the couch only to see my husband with his "don't talk to me I just woke up face" looking at me.
Shit. So much for writing in peace.
Not that he talks a lot, just knowing that he wants the computer and is probably annoyed that I'm on it is enough to distract me.
We've been together long enough that his annoyance shouldn't bother me or maybe even bring me a little joy but it's taking me longer than most to get to that point.
Coffee tastes weird after you brush your teeth...maybe another cigarette will fix that.
I need another laptop
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