52/15-16: Belated

So I lost track of Saturday and then Sunday, and slept and slept. Each hour now seems like an age slowly passing which then utterly vanishes with a blink and nod. I don't even care that there's another day, and wouldn't care if there weren't. I might be in a coma and not know it. Would that make me a zombie? I never expected a zombie apocalypse, and I certainly never expected to be the zombie apocalypse. Maybe I'm just not drinking enough. Maybe I'm dealcoholated. I have a small bottle of Hennessy that's more than half full. Maybe I'll just start swigging on that and see what happens. Or blind myself to what is happening. Six of one....

Here's something I'm pretty sure I've posted before, but it was probably some time ago, and given recent events in the Pasadena area it seems like a good time to repeat it.


( Belated Sunday Verse )