Well, I chose to stay home and read instead of going and getting hammered again. I'm tired and I hurt. Maybe I just need more water, or more down time. My day off has sped by like an awkward jingle, not long enough to be a real song and nice but not worth remembering. At the very least I could have done laundry but just didn't have the energy, Maybe tomorrow I will be full of pep but probably not, it will be another festive day of work. I anticipate some kind of shit for me to have to take care of and I just don't really want to. I need more sleep and more food and something I can't put a finger to but it's there at the back of my skull making soft whistling noises. I'm feeling very surreal today not quite fully fleshed out but transparent, see through and fragile waiting for a strong breeze to blow the corporeal shit out of me. I'm running uphill through water without airtanks and a big chain around my leg, No time like the present to fall down and go boom, that would rock, a little sabatical from myself and the world going by making sad noises and comments I'ld never hear until they said ok you're cured back into society here's a sucker, have a nice day.
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