Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 242 lbs.

Today I rushed home from a long and stressful day at work, with my boss in tow, to greet what I thought was going to be the immediate arrival of a woman who works where I do, coming to buy our futon. I arrived home frantic and anxious, just minutes before they were due to arrive, only for them to call to say that they hadn’t even left home yet and wondered if they could come later in the evening. When I explained that I had asked my boss to come help, and that “NO,” they needed to come now, they said they’d be right over. They showed up forty-five stressful minutes later and at the tail end of the time Kevin had available to help. And with the heavy-duty futon still in the basement and the frame not yet fully dismantled — and with me in a period-induced, hunger-activated frenzy of anxiety and stress.

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