Friday, December 29, 2017
A seizure requiem
I don't remember it at all. As I opened my eyes the shadows in my room have changed dramatically. I wonder if I fell back asleep. Thoughts are either clumping together or not stringing at all. Where are my eggs for breakfast. This is hard to write. I forgot something I feel bad. I want to lay and do nothing. I am jambalaya. Recover me.
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