job

ever take a nap and wake up feeling more shitty than before you took the nap?

i hate that.

i can't even remember my own name right now.

they walked, talked, neither noticing where they went. they waved their arms and interrupted each other. the wide streets of worcester were quiet in the winter night. each streetlight made a pool of orange, across which snow flurried like schools of tiny fish, chasing their collective shadows. The wind came bitter cold behind the snow. numbed lips and chattering teeth soon interfered with conversation. but, even with their lack of navigation, they had arrived at their destination: the 24 hour dunkin donuts.