I live for those mornings you wake up and your head feels like its in a vice and full of hot smoke, every bad deed, mistake, misfortune, and embarrassment you’ve ever dealt with is in on the front of your mind, the dream you just had leaves you feeling like dumped bride slumped over at the altar, and even rolling over and burying your disgraced face in the blankets just amplifies the heat of a sunny day that you aren’t ready for, and as you groan and creak your sick frame off the bed you feel your own weight on your knees and ankles and shoulders dragging you down a mile or more until you feel like a puddle of subterranean goo sloshing off to the bathroom for a piss.
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