#nerddiary

At the dawning of each new morning afternoon, I flail my arms around until my fingers eventually slam into my glasses, knocking them to the carpeted floor- which hasn’t been vacuumed since the almost Gore administration- and I begrudgingly give gravity its due respect while rolling myself onto all fours to join beside my spectacles like Gollum.

There are no texts to answer or voice mails to check.

My job is part time and my friends can be counted on one hand.

I exist in a time that I’ve been promised is only temporary, that pivotal and stagnant year or two just before I find out I’m the: long-lost princess, hero to save all mankind, or wizard. I mean, if books, movies, and television are to be believed. I suppose I could also be gearing up for some kind of soul-searching journey across Europe, but that would honestly be a stinging disappointment given the potential of magical powers or learning to fight with a broadsword.