Self loathing, my eyes brightened at the idea of reliving the past in the future. I could imagine the drunker stupor kicking in, dance music playing with disco lights, then transgressing to psychedelic rock. And I would feel “Comfortably Numb”.
Trust me when I tell you this was a sweet dream. Today, all I did was wake up early (6 am instead of 8), did the dishes and laundry, cooked the meal, forgot to take a bath and rushed to office. Came back tired, slept, woke up, had a beer and meal and slept again. Neither did the drunker stupor kick in nor I had “High Hopes”. And I totally forgot the laundry.
Life is difficult; and I have a week ahead of me to get the taste of this medicine.
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