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I feel like I've just overdosed.
But I haven't.
But I have.
I don't even know what's real anymore.
I'm dizzy.
But I've eaten.
But I haven't slept.
But I can't.
Because I cough too much.
I don't have any cough medicine.
Because it's inconvenient for my mother.
But that's okay.
I keep singing Hootie & The Blowfish songs.
It makes the day go by.
So does frying like a fish under the sun.
Well ... I suppose fish don't really fry under the sun.
But you know what I mean.
An egg on the blacktop if that's a more appropriate metaphor to use.
I think I'm going insane.
Legally, because I have gone three days without sleeping before, I am insane. However, I do believe that at this moment, I am nuts.
Certifiably.
Hooray.
Little swimmers.
Not sperm.
Diapers.
She calls me. I must run.
To pick her up and cheer her up.
And all sorts of up-like stuffs.
Up-chuck perhaps.
I am kind of nauseated.
But I haven't.
But I have.
I don't even know what's real anymore.
I'm dizzy.
But I've eaten.
But I haven't slept.
But I can't.
Because I cough too much.
I don't have any cough medicine.
Because it's inconvenient for my mother.
But that's okay.
I keep singing Hootie & The Blowfish songs.
It makes the day go by.
So does frying like a fish under the sun.
Well ... I suppose fish don't really fry under the sun.
But you know what I mean.
An egg on the blacktop if that's a more appropriate metaphor to use.
I think I'm going insane.
Legally, because I have gone three days without sleeping before, I am insane. However, I do believe that at this moment, I am nuts.
Certifiably.
Hooray.
Little swimmers.
Not sperm.
Diapers.
She calls me. I must run.
To pick her up and cheer her up.
And all sorts of up-like stuffs.
Up-chuck perhaps.
I am kind of nauseated.