Hangover
The insomnia has returned. It feels like there is a marble spinning in my head right between my eyes and I can’t get it to stop. I have swallowed enough juice to shit out an orange, but I think I will only be going downhill from here. The orange could get uncomfortable.
Can I be someone else today? Like a college student who doesn’t have class until eleven? Or an seventy year-old woman with a bad hip who will spend the entire day watching game shows and shouting answers at the TV? Because I really, really don’t want to be me today.
