| Dream, if you will, a picture. Me trudging the 5 blocks from the parking lot to the library. One eye matted shut, tearing uncontrolably. Head pounding in time to each step, Stomach sick and twisting like an eel. Up jumps Mr. Cheery boss! MCB-"Hey ho dronie! Howzitgoin'?" Me- "trailing mumble" squints in bright sunlight MCB "What a beautiful Day! Hope it isn't too hot for ya?" Me- "mumble" pause for wave of nausea "mumble" |
