swimming through a thick caffeine hangover made even more murky by excessive mucous brought on by a combination of the pollens of cooling weather, the dusts and molds of the environment, and the depressive loneliness that does not want to let me wake up (but oh, the caffeine hangover makes all the rest so much more powerful), i sit here wondering whether i should contemplate my navel, life, or some other such distraction (as i usually do) or step into a steamy shower and attempt to clear the head without exploding it and then choose between going to play softball or letting the team down and staying home licking my wounds and nurturing the headache and deterioration of the body and i wonder wonder wonder who, who wrote the book of love...
and sure enough life provides a remedy of sorts as work pops up to add distraction and responsibility for others to the mix so i put myself aside as usual and take care of others which is the second best feeling i know in this life...
i shall attempt to shower away the headache and if that does not work, perhaps another pill... giving into pills is depressing, even when mother's little helper blares in the background of the mind...
make it a great day cuz that is always a choice...
narf...
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