Karma
Probably the worst St. Patrick's Day in memory.
My head is still reeling. I keep thinking... work will distract you, just keep working. but a very funny thing happens when your body becomes physically exhausted. Your mind has free reign and it's not a good thing. You wouldn't expect this. You'd expect your whole being to become exhausted. Too tired to think? Know the expression? Just a fable. A story.
I literally have no idea what my coworker at gulf said today. I know she wants me to work extra because she's going on vacation. I know that I told her I was working my normal schedule. I almost feel like I'm drunk or my blood pressure is messing with me. Hereditary, right? No?
Maybe I could lose consciousness. That'd be awesome. Feint. Or maybe none of this is real and I'm going to wake up, realizing that I've dreamed the past couple of years.
Someone called it something... something, someone. Graveyard fever, no.... punch drunk... no, shit I can't remember. It's a condition. Loony, Loopy.
My eyes are swollen and my neck is locked. I'm never going to get rid of the knot. I'm going to become the hunchback of Florida.
Pity is not becoming.
My head is still reeling. I keep thinking... work will distract you, just keep working. but a very funny thing happens when your body becomes physically exhausted. Your mind has free reign and it's not a good thing. You wouldn't expect this. You'd expect your whole being to become exhausted. Too tired to think? Know the expression? Just a fable. A story.
I literally have no idea what my coworker at gulf said today. I know she wants me to work extra because she's going on vacation. I know that I told her I was working my normal schedule. I almost feel like I'm drunk or my blood pressure is messing with me. Hereditary, right? No?
Maybe I could lose consciousness. That'd be awesome. Feint. Or maybe none of this is real and I'm going to wake up, realizing that I've dreamed the past couple of years.
Someone called it something... something, someone. Graveyard fever, no.... punch drunk... no, shit I can't remember. It's a condition. Loony, Loopy.
My eyes are swollen and my neck is locked. I'm never going to get rid of the knot. I'm going to become the hunchback of Florida.
Pity is not becoming.