Until It Feels Right
How many times are you going to change the title? How many domains do you own at this point?
I don’t know and who cares? They’re cheap. I fiddle with shit until it feels right.
I wish I felt right. Yes, I’m still bitching about the flu. I haven’t had a fever for two days now, but I still feel like microwaved garbage.
The fatigue is profound. I can drink a cup of coffee, close my eyes, and almost immediately drift off. It’s a strange feeling. My sinuses are so fucked, it feels like I’m underwater.
Mei keeps walking up to me just to sit and stare. Freaks me out. Does she see death near me, or is she just a little cow wanting another treat? I’m hoping it’s the latter.
Despite the bill to end it (stalled in the Senate, of course), I actually like the time change. It’s just one hour, but it really does make a difference. I enjoy evening light at this hour. Early sunsets are my jam.
I’m not ready to begin another week.