As the title of this piece alludes to, I am still not feeling well. I have often been found with my face smushed against any number of pillows. I have listened to much Netflix and many Game Informer Super Replays. I’ve put saltines in a bowl and looked at them wistfully. Sometimes I’ve even eaten a few.
It’s been a rich, full week.
I’ve longingly looked at my PS4 menu and all the games I want to play and haven’t felt up to. It’s been over a week since I played anything.
So, as you may expect, this is going to be a short piece. Here is a tone poem for you.
Rest rest REST
Pillows pillows PILLOWS
Longing for soup
Longing for games
AM WRITING TONE POEMS
Tissues tissues TISSUES
A dream of relief
Well, there you have it. A delirious Friday tone poem.
And, to ring out the week, here is a photo from several years ago when I was not paying attention and a goat snuck up on me and started chewing on my pants.
It was a glorious day.
Be safe out there, friends.