"It's a big decision, how one chooses to die."
Endless fatigue, french press coffee, occasional outings that end in more fatigue from little activity, the asshole next door with the loud car engine, I think Fiona is angry with me, I don't have any more weed to smoke or the motivation to find any, the lymph nodes in my armpits are swollen, I guess that means I'll be getting sick soon, Matt left his coconut popsicles in my freezer and I think I want to eat one, I miss the feeling of being aware that I am letting go and having fun.