What if I die before.....
Everything seems so tentative and brutal.
Feeling disoriented and sore.
Every time I think about being dysfunctional,
I stop myself with a little pep-talk.
The yard is a mess, the house isn't unpacked.
The office isn't packed, the dogs need walking.
Even when I'm sitting and lying down,
I'm not relaxed.
There so much to do and it's never going to get done.
ever.
But it's okay. It really is.
I drink beer and/or vodka everyday
but my tolerance is so low-and waning by the moment.
I don't sing as well as I would like.
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