Throwaway days

Throwaway days happen.

A day when I sleep all day on the couch instead of the bed as though proximity to the kitchen will make me semi-functional.

A day when food consists of cold cereal, half a tub of ice cream, peanut butter tortillas,  and if I'm motivated enough, my daily medication with a chaser of half strength powdered lemonade.

A day when the TV is on but I don't have the mental capacity to follow a plot.

A day when my face falls a foot and when I look in the mirror I can't catch my eyes though I may notice an errant hair or blemish in my peripheral vision.

A day when words are few and biting.

A day when my glazed-over thoughts go at a millimeter per hour.

A day when my body aches with the effort of breathing.

Yeah, throwaway days happen.

Just try again tomorrow.

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