My version of Nona Caspers' "Little Book of Days"
IN MY BEDROOM: My roommate decides it’s necessary to shout, when discussing her breast reduction surgery, while on the phone. I type at a much slower speed when shouting is near, I also type at a slower speed when my arthritis flares up. She’s done. The clock starts shouting. He starts shouting faster. I get anxious. And just sit while flip-flopping my feet.
BEHIND THE REGISTER: I’m eating it. Oh, okay. This is expensive. I know, but it’s organic? Do you have a bathroom? Sigh. Yeah, we share it with Jamba Juice it’s right around the corner but you need the key which is attached to the silver bucket which is next to the white tin that says “Bread”. I hate you. You don’t listen.