I woke up to the sounds of Jarvis puking and shitting. I said
"you're batting a thousand today kid" grumbling my way out of bed to deliver his shit to the toilet and wipe his stomach acid up out of the carpet. I let the pills dissolve in my mouth while I rubbed it out with a dirty sock I found lying on the floor. the sun was out. but I felt like shit. I turned the computer back on and waited patiently for it to go through it's arduous routine of getting itself established and reconnected to the world. I put on a shitty movie and crawled back to bed. the gun fire and phony panicking in the background was soothing enough for me to fall gently back to sleep.
