dead as dead can be, so my doctor tells me.

Humanity comes in flashes.  Unexpected bursts of sorrow or irrational anger.  Brief moments where the idea of my continued state of alone-ness offends me.  Thankfully, the moments are never long-lived.  But being slapped by something you had forgotten you had is never a pleasant experience.

There is no point in staying awake, but all the sleep in the world won’t make me feel well-rested.  Everything is fucking annoying and I find myself disinclined to appreciate anything.