Swallow

Today I woke up at 5am and cleaned and vacuumed my whole apartment like someone was testing me on it later. Ran errands. Now I’m just trying to figure out if my head is in a good enough place to be around other people. I know I need to. The apartment is virtually spotless, there’s nothing else for me to do. Too much Grey’s Anatomy will have you performing emergency surgery on fucking hot dogs. Today while I was out and about I saw a can of that satsuma stuff that he used to like and then he didn’t because it reminded him of being out of control. When is this life going to start making sense? I smell like satsumas.