Rough night last night. No, it wasn't from seeing the curtain open on Orangeface revealing that he's actually just a vapid hologram. Maybe it was my stupid words about going for the kickstand in my pants with your name on it. Doesn't matter - - the 2020 Tate still parked in the driveway remains undriven and the shelter-at-home has things looking in need of attention. 2021 is the Year of the Hazbin but I'm sittin' on top of the world.

The meaning of all this is revealing what goes on while staring at the ceiling from the bed. Bowl of snakes Anguishless thoughts listening to darling & doggie snores make sense of the moments instead of peril/legions-of-doom hallucinations, so there!!!! I used to be a contender, full of surrender with dings in the fender but now, perfect happy to represent you people. The 10 o'clock ritual by the lake pool enhanced with voogins and 25 seem to level out the despair o'day without triggering substance abuse-related regrets, so there!!!

Things I Don't Want to Lose

Sleep
Appetite
Solidarity
Maximum Tumescence
Stamina
Variety of Recurring Surges
Assurance
Toe Curlers
Hand Strength
Place in Line