checkpoint

by jenniferbalboa

Still here at work. Halfway through the Bridge article.

I miss my bed. I want to lie down.

I am thinking of napping for a while on the couch behind me.

The IT men are laughing. They’re joking in a dialect I do not understand. And singing in a funny way.

Oh, there, I just heard one go “of what was everything”. That I know.

Pearl Jam.

Black.

Oh. Corduroy. Rear View Mirror. Leash. Elderly Woman Behind The Counter. Better Man. Daughter. Go. Please don’t make me choose.

I do love hearing how Eddie and company and Mr. Khan surrender in this song.

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