and maybe you should sleep
i haven't gotten dressed in two days. despite this, i feel pretty good.
fancy coming over? i can't promise a lot- i'll make soup from a package and then have to ask you to carry our bowls from the kitchen to the couch. we'll put something stupid in the vcr and talk through the whole thing with intermittant slurpings from spoons that are too small and questions about the unidentifiable re-hydrated vegetables we're consuming. later, there'll be a disaster involving me, my crutches and a bowl of popcorn, but it'll be worth it to see the look on your face. of course, you'll have to stay and sleep on the couch, and in the morning i know you'll be gone before i wake up, but that's ok.
i know exactly who you are.