And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

Oh, the many joys that flossing brings...

I haven't spoken since this time this morning.

And I have all these pent up thoughts and no more will to let them out.

I am anticipating a headache for tomorrow.

I do have a lot to say, good things, serious things... But I'm lost in a fog of silence.

speechless at 10:45 p.m.