I remember queuing up as a young child to sharpen my pencil with my classmates. Mainly to waste class time of course; and walking back to my desk with my “stick of mangled disappointment” that was supposed to be my writing utensil.
I just find some irony with, the rectangle of sunlight shining on my doorknob at a time when I am locked up in my apartment, sometimes not leaving for 3 or 4 days, and often that just to take the garbage to the chute down the hall.
If Graham was just sneaking around and letting his "lady bugs" out to fly and keeping his nose on his own face then it is none of my never mind which consenting individuals he is getting his freak on with.
I often say the wrong thing at the best of times; never mind when I am this sad, angry and broken. All I have left to say from the bottom of my very broken heart is; I hear you, I see you and YOU matter to me.
Now, I am in no way making any comment about any of your Quarantine-Self-Barbering that you have been undertaking in the past weeks. In fact, I have been overjoyed seeing how many of you surprise yourself with what you can achieve when you put your mind to it.