this morning #1408.

this morning, the bombed-out remains of what’s left of my brain are still smoldering. a slapdash team of civilians have gathered around & are now searching through the rubble for survivors. finding a few but ultimately only finding a few. mostly broken but still alive. a few friends have suggested to me that, after all that just happened, it’s in my best interest to spend an entire day inside. give the ol’ noggin a chance to recharge with a full slate of mindless tv. toons. some housewife-based programming, perhaps. i can’t muster up enough energy to leave the house anyhow, so i’m cool with remaining in a semi-vegetative state. tomorrow, i’ll ask the civilians to come back & we’ll attempt to rebuild.