Why the fuck am I awake?
Went to bed for a while but, kinda obvious, I'm up again. I found myself awake in a cold sweat over the prospect of not having enough money for everything that needs paid. Used to be I'd wake up in a cold sweat after some really fucked up nightmmare; where did the good old days go? Money. Used to only worry if I had enough money to pay rent and bills. Used to be concerned about having food and shelter, everything else could go hang. Now I have to worry about making sure Doris has enough to cover her nursing homefor the foreseeable future (years, at least), has a funeral bought for her, has her bills payed. Things were simpler when I had only myself to take care of. I don'tlike this whole being a responsible adult business.
I'll try sleep again soon, and tomorrow, when the sun comes out, I'll lie in the courtyard dtring my lungs and getting some of the palid cast out of my skin (I've lovely driver arm already; now I need to work on the discrepancy 'twixt my forearms and everywhere else).
I'll try sleep again soon, and tomorrow, when the sun comes out, I'll lie in the courtyard dtring my lungs and getting some of the palid cast out of my skin (I've lovely driver arm already; now I need to work on the discrepancy 'twixt my forearms and everywhere else).