for his blessed prewrapped meals. if i had to do anything more complicated than unwrap cellophane right now, i’d fail – utterly.
i feel like i have an alien baby trying to claw it’s way out of my fore brain via that little spot between sinuses and eyeball – y’know, the part that shoots into your brain if you get smacked in the nose the right way?
i am going to go die now – maybe when i wake up, it’ll be a new year.