I do not feel like writing.
I feel like melting into, and becoming one with, the couch.
Also, I will be allowing my brain to turn into goo and run out my ear... but, I'm planning to catch it all in a small bucket so I can use it in a couple of days.
If you see me walking down the street with a bucket, please be careful not to spill it. I have a feeling I might need the contents at some point in the future. But, not tonight.