Clouds
It's after 9pm and my eyes might start skydiving out of their sockets. My brain is fried and my tongue is tired. I can smell the dirty dishwater on my fingertips and for the first time in days I'm tempted to cry. My nail beds are thinning. The doctor looked clueless. I told her I have emphysema in the mornings, leukemia in the afternoons. She prescribed me a 10 day dose of bactrim. Sometimes I feel like these physicians are just taking guesses. I give them $500/hour to gamble their guesses and write illegibly on scribble pads. They are like kids in church who draw with golf pencils. But with 10-year degrees.
I don't know. Streamline has me weak in the knees.
I don't know. Streamline has me weak in the knees.