Tuesday moon

Sometimes you're just having a crap time of it and your friend surprises you with a sweary coloring book filled with curses to "swear and relax" and then you stand in the parking lot and swear and talk about what makes a good obituary and she tells you about her plan to name her next pet Hugh Jackman so that she can be buried next to Hugh Jackman, ensuring future upkeep of the gravesite, and you laugh and scheme and when you get home you realize that things are still crap, but it feels a lot lighter to carry it around. And then you look up at the moon and hurt your neck a little.