Diary Note 2 April 2012

A celebratory event, proof we can make it to the
end, fantastic sweet chili chicken salad, mixed
berries dessert, not my usual bland fare, I knew
a price would be exacted in the end

Here I am, paying up, if every second is counted
as a cent I am paying millions for the wonderful
meal, I have lost my intellect – not that I need it,
we are supposed to exist like vegetables –

And ability to feel or at least, be rational – I feel
alone, deserted, nobody left; a secret I guard to
prevent others from laughing at these irrational
fears, pride keeping me upright in my chair