a phone call this morning reminded me of what i have. i lied to him a little, not much of a lie, just a self-serving smudge over. i managed not to do any this morning; i miss feeling awake when i am awake.
Birthday notices again, for people that i don't really know, namely my family members. my uncle and aunt, ageing, sedated, sleeping, gazing full frontal at life's sunset from their pillowy king sizes. i wonder how much they would really care if i did send them cards.