I’m sitting at a precariously tilted cafe table on a precariously tilted sidewalk. My coffee cup is full and I have my laptop in front of me. I’m making bets with myself as to how long this will take to go horribly wrong.
It seems fitting to celebrate Carthage’s entry into her terrible twos by destroying my computer. Happy birthday, C. Like a toddler, your existence annoys the fuck out of me and like a toddler you steal the energy which should be given to something more worthwhile.