Free?
I got home at around 3:30, at which point I passed out for three hours. Big mistake, as that got me sore all over again.
I’m walking slow circles around my house’s first floor, which is pathetic in itself. But because the way to decorate adult houses is put mirrors all over the walls, I’m constantly reminded of how pathetic I look, too.
I’m home, but still a slave to all this. At least I don’t have to wait 45 min for a fucking pill.
Here’s to a night on the couch.
