i've returned from a last-minute trip.
it was a mixed bag of anxiety and relaxation.
i can't say i'm happy to be back.
ain't reality a kick in the head?

i'm hanging out at work,
dreading going back to my wee apartment.
back to that poor budgie that no one loves.
i am afraid i left fish out on my counter.
i am very afraid.

it's dark and i can't decide if i should walk home.
really though, i look so shitty right now i doubt i'd inspire even the most depraved rapist.
it's not nice to let oneself go.

i'm hungry.

aren't y'all glad i'm back? haven't you missed this?