and when the sun comes up

Its stormy out and do I even need to say it?--I am still sick.


I am codeine and sniffles.

I am a small broken cookie

Of new complaints and weakness.

I am an orange juice funnel,

An endangered species (at least I think).

And if you pass the tissues, I'll be just fine.


At the moment I feel coherent enough to sit at my desk and type and write sad little words like the ones above. I almost feel like I could put shoes on and go out in this rain, but I think that is a bit too ambitious.

I think I will make a grocery list and cleaning list, does that sound exciting? Yes, yes it does.

Kiss, C

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