Monsters Collect People Too

Vocational school week. Six in the morning every morning, nearly unconscious in the shower by six-oh-five. By evening I have nothing left—just vitamin juice on the couch, watching designer toys online: cheerful little monsters going out to collect humans. It’s more comforting than it should be.

Someone told me My Name Is Earl got cancelled, which I think is genuinely terrible. It would have been exactly the right level of stupid to get me through the week. Boo.