edith zimmerman kills me
Office
A very short story.
I was washing my mug in the office kitchen when I heard someone come in behind me. I turned around and saw it was my friend Christina. She’s not really my friend, but she’s like an office friend. “Hey Christina, how’s it going?” I said.
“Oh, I’m good,” she said. “Tired.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m really tired, too.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m like, exhausted.”
“No kidding,” I said. “I’m totally drifting off at my desk.”
“Tell me about it. I’m like, about to fall over, literally.”
“Yeah, I was going to lie down on the floor right now,” I said.
“Oh yeah? I was actually already planning to do that,” she said as she lowered herself to the ground in front of the refrigerator.
I lowered myself down too, and shut my eyes. “Oh, this feels so good, I’m going to fall asleep, like, immediately.”
“Me too. I’m so tired I might never wake up.”
“Yeah, I was about to say—I bet I’ll die in my sleep.”
“I’ll definitely die—I drank poison earlier.”
“I drank poison, too,” I said.
Then we drifted into silence, and we both died in our sleep, at the office.
someone’s ear is in danger of having hair brushed over it
"Every one of Joel’s important songs - including the happy ones - are ultimately about loneliness. And it’s not “clever lonely” (like Morissey) or “interesting lonely” (like Radiohead); it’s “lonely lonely,” like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder."
Chuck Klosterman
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