Didn't Even Mourn

Here is the shaped version:

Yesterday's interview was a loss before it even started.

I was dressed for the occasion — sun out, sunscreen on, fully prepared. Then the interviewer was rude over the phone. I already knew. I turned out to be right.

I moved on immediately and replied to another interviewer who was available that same day. She couldn't return the text. I figured, oh well — why not buy ice cream on a blazing morning like this.

The flavor was Jeni's Brown Butter Almond Brittle. I'm sure I've mentioned it in a different post A Sweet Detour. My taste buds weren't thrilled. A flavor that used to make life worth living is now dead to one of my senses. I just kept eating. I didn't even mourn.

On the way back to Spawnpoint's residence — I figured calling her egg donor was too crude. It's not my style. Spawnpoint is more accurate, so that's what it'll be from here.

The weather decided not to take its medication and began bawling out of nowhere. Hard. It was like watching a bipolar episode unfold in real time. Then it stopped just as suddenly as it started, the sun returned, and I was met with a dust storm that put my umbrella to the test. Without it I may have spent the rest of the day picking debris out of my eyelids.

The winds were strong enough to pick up stray cats. No wonder there wasn't a single bird in sight.