cimorene

i lounged in bed late and failed once again to fix the clock. showered and used four different hair products with the hope that i'd feel pampered. instead, when i was finishing scrunching it in front of the mirror, i was overcome with one of those shudders of loathing where i didn't even want to see myself, and i'm not sure why--not loathing for myself, you understand, just massive uncomfortableness. anyway, i had brunch (raisin cinnamon bread, butter, honey, parmesan goldfish crackers and mint tea) and my medicine, but i still don't feel better. i want to curl up somewhere quiet and cover my head up. i want to have my dog there with me, and i want him to curl up next to my leg or behind my knee or under my arm like a teddy bear. i don't want him to steal the bed, though. ...my hair does look pretty good, i suppose.

candy is sweet but honey is sweeter
it tastes like the real thing but
candy is much much cheaper

let me wipe those tears away
my baby, it's only
rain

everything is hot and sticky but it's okay
i'm still sleeping anyway