Convalescent

Waiting for David to bring me my books.
Waiting for Lauren to bring me my dinner.
Waiting for my intestines to ask me to shit.
Just took a shower. I need to eat.
This is not a poem.
First time in so long I have the time to write this.
And it's not like I actually have the time.
Is that I should be doing something else, but I physically can't, or shouldn't.
So I'm here, VB41, sanitary pad and all. Waiting.
Life just got a little bit better.

Here is a list of my latest online addictions:

fmylife.com
textsfromlastnight.com
thesartorialist.com
passiveaggressivenotes.com
postcardsfromyourmomma.com

David just got here. Game over.