Monday June 13, 2011
Quiet
Lazy morning
From behind eyelids unable to lift themselves, I reached out for the tooth paste. Press. Nothing. PRESS. Nothing. Oh crap I left it open again. *head hangs in despair*
Oh come on you damned thing. Another burst of the little energy that I could muster up and a pang of unbearable pain in my lower back caught me by surprise. What in the...? I mean, I can understand my thumb popping a joint but backache?
I decided to treat it harshly. The back of my eyeshadow brush worked as a perfect suppository.
Good fuckin' morning!
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