A small box. Not wide enough to lay down but not tall enough to stand up. I can't even scream.
So I'll just direct it another way. Close my eyes and hope life changes within a blink.
I would love to break right now. It all seems so fucking trivial. So blah. Another day at work, the continued routine. What is it all for? Yes the question that has plauged humanity for so long. No meaning or reason or purpose or anything else for that matter, It is all empty. The entire right side of me from my head down to my calf is in pain. My neck is the epicenter it would seem. My stomach has been treating me like a refugee, and my shoulders are trying to revolt.

Scream
I don't know how scream.

On the good side of things, I have not had one drop of espresso all week. Not for a while. And I haven't had any coffee since Monday. See things are getting better in some bitter way. If the pain would go away it would be better than all.

I want to sleep a million dreams. And get a dollar for each one. Have it saved in a nice box.
Then give it all away and fall asleep again. I am so burnt out. Day after day after day after day after day after day (bar) squared. Without power, or anything else for that matter. Oh well shit happens, and I am one big turd right now. Tool.

Whatever!