dividends, telling another
joke did not work again, fatigue won
the day, tired I returned
to my desk, head heavy and hurting, no
more pills in my bag, the
last stretch before I can obtain more,
forced to listen to every word
said by my colleague just returned
from exciting times in great
camping sites, needing escape I blast
out my brains with
obladi-oblada in my ears
Earlier this morning:
Pollyanna-ism And Puritanism
Happily balanced on the
fulcrum
of my sore throat, told my
friends
about wearing a surgical
mask this
weekend, floating on the
pressure
in my head unworried about
being
comatose as I pirouette
around the
swelling in my ears,
leaning into the
eye of the storm, calm and
resigned
Asking nothing, expecting
less, the
perfect attitude as
Pollyanna-ism
repulses the ice-cold
Puritanism in
my soul, with
pseudo-ephedrine I
can breathe and it is a
privilege,
being comfortable while
making
time pass sitting upright
and de-
vising a story in my head
Laughter makes me feel
better; I
had better find more
victims to
laugh with as it acts like
a drug
that puts me high
Diary Notes 16 July 2012
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