Curtain Rod Basketball

It’s 4 o clock in the morning. A day of yet more vacant stares and a night of further insolence is fully upon me. Now is neither today or tomorrow. I tried to play curtain rod basketball, but it got boring after two hours. Then I called Kara. I probably should have kept playing curtain rod basketball. She hates every atom in my soul. I’ve never been this broken up over a girl, especially one I’ve only dated for a month. Hilary was bad, but that was three years. Natalie was bad, but that was two years. This one is bad not because time ticked out, but because I fucked up.