Sunday cold


Spending a Sunday on the sofa in my jammies could be worse.
I can’t feel the wine from yesterday, and Placebo was singing Running up that Hill on Bones.

I hate the bitter taste of medicine, and I’m not taking one phone at work tomorrow. Voice has left the building.

I’m going early to bed.

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