evil

sweat's pouring out. how can the thermostat say 74 while the sweat is pouring. missouri summers. nothing is working. the new funky hoover, not. car lights, not. earring, lost. futon, stuck. white pants, stained. my mind, not. inspiration, evaporating.
energy, negative. definitely negative.
the evil eye. do i believe? dunno. deep down i do.
or maybe there are days like this, filled with frustrations and damnations and busted machinery.
tomorrow is another day
and did i ever mention, god is in the details?
nevermind!