What is a tack thats lost its point? A flat boring piece of metal.
That’s how I feel these days, a flat pointless tack. My brain fog has me so flustered, I feel like breaking things. I’m not sure if that’s normal but I don’t really give a shit. When the pain and stiffness started years ago I always had my fallback, my wit. It kept my sanity along with a bottomless pitcher of sarcasm. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, humour made it bearable. Recently I’ve been feeling too scatterbrained and doozey, more than ‘usual’. It’s a bit much really. I’m easily frustrated these days too, my stress has risen because of this ‘fog’. I’m po’ed about it, and I’m dreaded what is next, it’s taken enough. That greedy bastard.