[a lost blog post - never published... never finished either]
do you feel alive?
can you feel alive?
this morning is/was one of those mornings. you know, one of those morning in which you feel hung over? only i've never been hungover. but the splitting headache took away most of my joy. the pressure around my eyes was forceful enough to make me want to close them for good...
but i went about my business. taking care of business... here and there. up and down. the little things that needed done, done.
but now - in much need of caffeine (my fix for days like this) i hope for salvation. but my junkie provider is a good 20 minutes away. and so i wait. and so i yearn. an extra shot of espresso would suffice.
it's one of those days... a lazy saturday where my get up and go has already come and went.
what do we do when days like this rear their ugly heads? is it a red pill, blue pill kind of day? a choose your own adventure-type day? because as i see it right now, the day could go in either extreme direction.
the red pill of temptation tells me to go back to bed. waste the day. like a rusted wheel, stagnant and collecting dust.
but blue pill of reality says that if i lay around - the pain will only settle in...