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Saturday Shake Down On Meds

Right hand is asleep. Eyes blurry. Hands shaky. Left hand asleep now. Why am I at work? What was I thinking? Thank God I did not drive myself. I do not have that kind of energy. My body wants to wander back to bed. But is sleep doing me any good? Not a whole lot. Would I be better off sitting in the sun with a book on my lap? Maybe. Before I can register this I am betraying myself by crawling back into bed. ZZzzzzzzzzz

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