Midnight Coward

These nights, it’s a race against the clock: I pop two Tylenol Cold and Sinus PM, close my eyes under the hot water, read until the words all blur together, and slink from the bath tub into bed. I think I’m depressed, but I might be confusing the sinus pressure with a sad mental break. Occam’s razor says I’m being melodramatic. I think Occam’s full of shit.

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One response to “Midnight Coward

  1. We’re all full of shit . . .

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