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Head is spinning at the beginning of day. Not sure how to feel, what to think, what to say. No go, no energy, little time to mend. Falling out of bed no happy thoughts to spend. First coffee, first cigarette twisting the gut. Fatigue dragging the hollow shell down. To the doctor or just back to the chamber? To the work of the day or back to the dreaming. Doubled over to the service of this pain. Getting older, getting colder in lifes wicked little game. Like a virus in the muscle beckon every fiber screaming. To wait in this state, wait out the time. To shed this little plague. A feel akin to strychnine dancing about the vein. In all hopes tomorrow morn i don't just feel the same. (or worse)