this morning #1975.

this morning, one by one we all woke up. slowly. a dozen zombies milling about the house in varied stages of decay. desperate for water. tobacco. advil. fighting through the brain fog. not saying much. hoping that one or two of us will get it together enough to leave the house. step up. walk the two blocks & get us all breakfast. not me, of course. no way can i go out without having food or coffee first. i’d totally puke. no doubt. might end up puking my brains out either way. feels like there’s still cheap whiskey flowing through my veins. it’s a crying shame that today i have to rely on the rest of these degenerates for sustenance. until that time comes, i’m going to lay back down on the couch & just hope that it all works out.