Later than Normal

I spent the last hour or so just blankly starring at the computer screen. I'm totally drugged. I have no resistance. The pain is still pretty bad in my foot but the drugs they put me on have pretty much have me less concerned about everything than I should be. I feel like driving and going out right now. I just don't care. Nothing holding me back, except reality, which I have a firm grasp on. I'm a dreamer, yet a realist. I'm high on painkillers, yet I know I can't drive. Feet firmly on the ground because I can't move them high enough to fly. Not reaching for the stars, not doing anything unusual, just sitting here blankly wondering why.

I know why. I'm a dumbass. I do dumb things. There's no avoiding it and no preparing for it because I'm going to do them and there's nothing that can change it.

Sophie B. Hawkins and "the one you have not seen" taking me out as I end the night.

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