Existence Is a Stage Performance

It's 5:30 am. I have a sinus infection. I feel exhausted. I am up because the felines demanded an early breakfast.

It rained during the night. A gentle rain in which raindrops plopped against the roof producing a tiny pinging sound.

For about four or five days, my brain has felt addled. As though my left brain wanter to go right, and my right brain wanted to go left.

I feel empty and very depressed. Useless. Existence is a stage performance, and only this is the reality.

Time to go back to bed. Where my furry cat friends will join me.

PAX!