Followed by 36 hours in bed.
Or 40 something hours…
I just woke up and don’t feel like doing the math.
I need a shower and a pack of smokes.
Roll another smoke from my pouch of Bugler.
I’m tired of making poor choices but they always seem to align with destined actions. I need a break but my days are so convoluted–
Corresponding with my fears.
I’m trying, though…. wish me luck.