The brain is sweaty and twitchy as I wait for the workmen to arrive.
The headache has already settled and has begun to chomp on my left
brow.
I’m freezing (ironic as it’s a new a/c I poorly await).
My body plots and schemes what other pains and inequities to spitefully
throw my way today.
I don’t like myself… and my self, apparently, doesn’t like me.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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