Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen

It is time for the people I love to stop having shitty stuff happen to them for just a little while. No health problems, no family arguments, no romantic entanglements gone all knotted, no school struggles, no work idiocies, no artistic woes, no deeply difficult decisions, no political evils, no technology wonkiness, no home repairs, no car accidents, no missing loved ones, no feeling helpless, no long stupid meetings, no losing their keys, no back spasms, no toe stubbing, no running out of milk halfway over a bowl of cereal, no oranges gone bad in the bottom of the kid's backpack. Just no more, okay universe? Just for a little bit.

Now watch: everybody I love will have an absolutely stellar quarter of an hour between 3:30 and 3:45 a.m., their local time, and most of them will be asleep, and the ones who are awake will not have reason to notice that they played three perfect games of solitaire, their ice water didn't taste of rust, and the printer didn't jam.

I'm so tired. Almost everyone I know is so tired, too. On the up side, I have more good people to love and worry about than any one woman could expect. That really does count for something.
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