Week. From. Hell.
Can I please has this week over, pretty pretty please with sugar on top?
It’s not like this week has been without its pleasures, like a guiseppe sandwich from La Bottega and the Selkie talking about Nabokov and figuring out just what that Trader had to do with the situation anyway. And there have been hugs from the Little Prince (”I puked on your hand, Mummy. You’re the best!“) and enthusiasm from the Princess (”I LOVE your tunafish sandwiches, Mum. They make me feel safe.”)
I know I am lucky, lucky, lucky.
But can I please, please, have this week over? I didn’t do anything to anyone, I don’t care that I didn’t deserve this week in the first place, I just want it to go away.
I promise I will be good. I swear.
Tonight I am going to go to bed, and when I wake up in the morning (please God let me sleep) I want this week over.
KTHXBAI.
