Here I lay, not uncomfortable yet, not comfortable. I dont really know what is going on. The hunger does not seem as bad today, must be the sugar water in that bag dripping. drip, drip, drip, why is that nurse messing with my bag? She says “how are you doing today?” I brew with anger thinking this probable lezbo liberal is having something to do with my health deteriorating. It is all part of their ag e n d a……. zzzzzz.