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Day 8 of no coffee, captains log

My body boils like a bubbling pot of pastrami noodles. The wet red meat mess gravy of my brain congeals over the stove top. I am frying eggs sunnyside up. I close my eyes and aeons pass. I open my eyes and it is another world. I remember Tuesday fondly.

My head a pounding agony lying trapped beneath the embrace of my oneitis and enfolded in the choking intoxication of a vape fiend's addiction in a closet sized apartment.

I sequester protein sequences deep inside my intestine. The warm wet egg yolk dirtying my fine trimmed facial hair. Breakfast as usual is a tense quiet affair. We are not hopeful today.