Flatulence

Originally Posted Saturday, January 5, 2013

I am beaten, exhausted.  Fell asleep on the couch early last night.  Didn't get up 'til almost nine this morning.  I didn't want to get up then, but the cat was whining and crying.  I am broken after just three days.  And truly, I have not hope of recovery.

"What kind of life do you want?" I asked myself semi-consciously this morning sitting on the toilet.  "None of them," I heard myself saying.  What?!  Such a hopeless state.

Life is about living with the choices you have made you realize at some point in your life.  Then later, you realize that is not true.  Even later, you wonder what chance you had in the first place.

"You" equals me, not you.

My flatulence does not interest me this morning.  I am sad and worried.  I will see what I can do.