Day #1 AMWHP: “Fuck”

What a peaceful morning.

I woke up from a deeper sleep than my usual “slight dozing,” backwards spooning this the guy I call my boyfriend, the sun gently shining on my face, only the smallest scent of sweat, and *wipes face* hey! No drool!

“How’s your phone?”

Oh, yeah. Shit.

There was the usual hesitant anticipation as I pulled my urine-scented phone from the bag of rice in which it had been resting all night.

I hold down the button. Nothing. Fuck.

“Try charging it.”

Good plan. I put it on the charger and wait. Nothing. Fuck.

“Can’t you just use your mac for a bit?”

I broke my mac charger last week. Fuck.

“Do you need money?”

I’m a strong, independent woman. I’m a strong, independent woman, I’m a strong, independent woman. “No.” Fuck. 

 

*** Later that morning***

 

“Hi, I’d like to buy a new charger for my mac, please.”

“That’ll be $84.95.”

Fuck.

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