Some days when I get home from driving my desk, on the days when my eyes feel cross-eyed from too much computer, all I wanna do is watch TV. Of all the things.

But I don’t because my eyes really do hurt and feel like any minute they’ll roll back behind my brains and then how would I see?

So I lay on the bed and try to tune out the every things because I feel like have nothing in my pocket.

And then the cat wants loving but I only have a kick for her head because she doesn’t take me seriously when I repeatedly say “no.”

And then I start to drift off to nap but am absurdly bounced back to reality with the dream of Obama hog tied by Biden not the one I was after. And even though it was consensual, I still felt it too racial.

And then with nowhere to turn because Maggie’s not ready for our next adventure and that cat’s still sulking, I write this all down and share with you fine folk.

#confessional