February 25, 2012.

My head is burning and my body is against me. I’m trying to move but I am stuck here staring into space in the same position: all against my will might I add. So much to accomplish in so little time and my head is yelling at me to get up and get going, to get it all done for it must…

But my body still sits here as if its been shot with Novocain: limp and numb. A fool I am to fall prey to the tricky ways of that Novocain, pulling me under to such a dark existence that nothing seems to be able to pull me out… I think I underestimate the power of a nicely made cup of coffee and a simple but meaningful phone conversation with a best friend.

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