
Cute Cat


There are not enough,
Hours in the day to do,
Any of this shit.
Robin Sparkles standing (napping, really) guard over my dad’s camera. Good kitty.
I called my doctor today to talk about headaches. They were closed. Oh good. I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.
WHEEEEEEE!!!
Wait… I should state the above in haiku form if I am turning this page into an all-haiku-all-the-time page… ummm… my mind is a blank… ummm…
Calling the doctor,
To talk over headache stuff.
There’s nobody home.
I’m sorry. I like buying my wife roses. I know it’s a waste of money and I know she doesn’t like it when I do it all the time, but every now and then? How can that be anything but a good thing?
Headache is brutal
Maybe the worst one ever
Hurts so fucking much
Friday vacation day road trip to the mountains?
Sure!

So the headache thing…
Maybe it’s not blood sugar.
What the fucking fuck?
Wait a second here…
Blood sugar can cause headaches?
Is that my problem?
The headache came back.
Ouch town, population: me.
My brain liquefies.
Feeling the pressure,
But is it all justified?
Maybe it’s just me?