The cat doesn't know me well enough to sleep with me yet. He is a prowler, anyway.
Mild misery, endured alone. It is the way.
I just took my virus filled body up to a notorious local restaurant, sat at the bar and had a NY Strip steak, 3 eggs over easy and a plateful of potatoes, dry wheat toast and four large glasses of ice water. By this time next year my doctor will want to put a cholesterol-triggered shock collar on me, and I'll probably let him.
Oh, mild misery.
Now, I sit alone in my room listening to country music, waiting for another moment to appear before me, a day that might deliver some newness of life.
Oh, consecutive time.
Soon, I will take a dose of NyQuil and hope for the best. It is truly a wonder drug, for me. Different compounds affect people differently.
Well, whatever they have done with NyQuil.... I sleep.
The body must rest.
In the darkness emotion turns to ghost.
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