Some Days

Some days go on forever. The receptionist was off sick. Everyone was tired. The chef was in a foul mood. The heating was playing up and it was raining outside.

I asked Emma to help me book in the late arrivals.

I can’t she said. I’ve already drunk almost two bottles of red wine. When I get back home, I’m going to finish another one and get lost down an internet rabbit hole for several hours. Then I’m going to send some inappropriate tweets until I can’t see the screen and then eat a kebab and starfish the bed.

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Henry is a writer, poet and mental health essayist based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in literature and creative writing from the University of Birmingham. He is the author of several poetry collections and his work can be seen in Pure Slush, Lunate, and The Daily Drunk, among other places.

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