The Jovial Flight of the Day To Day

I woke up this morning. poured a cup of coffee. but it was bitter - more like wine than coffee. but if there's nothing wrong with the coffee, there must be something wrong with me. I got dressed and went to the store. but it was bitterly cold. more like january than june. but if the weather isn't wrong, there must be something wrong with me. I bought from a list. I got some cigerettes but they were awfully expensive. more like coke than smokes. but if the price tag isn't wrong, there must be something wrong with me. Then my eyes hurt. and i took off my glasses. but things became crystal. more sharp than hazy but if there's nothing wrong with my glasses, there must be something wrong me. I ran back home communed with television. but it was drivel, lunacy more like circus than theatre. but if there's nothing wrong with television, there must be something wrong with me. I heard yelling next door a crash, something fell. but it sounded violent more like anger than resolve. but if there's nothing wrong with my neighbours, there must be something wrong with me. I'm tired now. eyelids heavy, low like blinds but alert, i feel uneasy. more of a disgust than a peace. but if there's nothing wrong with the world, then there must be something wrong with me.