Bleed Through

"I spent a lot of time on Twitter today," I tell Katie as we sprawl exhausted on the couch at the end of the day. "I might have cursed this one guy to baldness when he gets older."

We watch the couples dance across the ice on TV, and I find myself picking at tiny little mistakes, and feeling a sort of exhausted, dark pleasure at cleverly pointing them out.

"You seem a little mean today," Katie finally says with a concerned look in her eyes.

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One year ago: Winter Takes a Holiday

Two years ago: Like This

Three years ago: Unfair

Four years ago: Mysophobia is Occasional Common Sense

Five years ago: Stand Clear