Living with a Ghost for a Day

I hit the Butcher’s car this morning. Not hard enough to do any damage. But, in my head, he’s already moved out. I’ve had to make the adjustment so that I can somehow deal. So, I just wasn’t expecting it to be there when I pulled out of the garage.

It’s a good thing in general. People weren’t made to live with their siblings their whole lives. And, my god, is there a better time to see about a girl than when a girl wants to see about you?

But I’m still so sad. I want to just sit on my couch for a hundred years and stare off into nothing.

I guess I’ll start doing that tomorrow.