saturday eve, stuck at home ill, ever on the verge of a possible heave, careful not to spill. friday expected back home to sunny diego leave, friends last minute often deceive. pain in chest and head, at times wishing to be dead. time for books not yet read, sewing seeds of visions later to dance within my head. viewing antiquated SG grrrlz, silly boiz face turns red. insipid rhymez means it be times for bed.
