Monster Musings

This whole waiting to leave thing is like staring down the barrel of a gun as the bullet travels towards me.

I want to get out of the way but as long as I stay in its path I get to see Tim and talk to him in the same timezone so I have to wait til the last second to jump aside.

I’m excited to move out its way and I know it’s a rubber bullet that’ll bounce off the wall and hit me on the back of the head in a few months.

I’m great at metaphors, who remembers my “Tim is pizza” one eh?