I like the word vein.
Vain for vanity of keeping personal xylem and phloem in working order.
What if periodontal disease, too?
There is a wagon.
The horses are not harnessed, so it's not going anywhere.
Things keep getting worse.
"Every day that you see me, that's the worst day of my life."
It's not a good sign when the dishsoap and eggs both run out.
Same clothes 48 hours and counting.
No, I do not remember Friday, except there were lentils.
Someone brought me chocolate on Valentine's Day.
Didn't watch the SNL anniversary special.
Deadlines, so many deadlines.
And repetitive-motion injuries (mind, not body).
Object at rest.
Anxiety at any action.
It's a little dark under the veil.