I feel like crap. Real, hot, melted crap. It won’t make sense tonight, I promise you. I think we’ll be lucky if the spelling and punctuation mostly happens. Some earnest kid at the deli made me a sandwich and in his desire for approval added way too much of everything and I would describe it if I could, but if I did, I would wretch all over this screen. A headache and nausea has been encouraged by this unholy heat and I just really fucking hate every last goddamned motherfucking thing right now.
Here is what I know. I do not want to rehash my day. I hate the word rehash. I want to just move into the freezer and never speak again. Language is worthless to me right now. There is enough sweat in my knees to sail a ship. I want to bash my head apart like a pinata to get this ache out.
I…will owe my other words tomorrow. Out.