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The Next Day

Then afterword comes the “hangover”. In the end I slept until almost one in the afternoon (after lurching awake at seven in the morning spitting up into my mouth), despite the construction noise next door on a Saturday or indeed probably because it’s easier to sleep through it than suffer awake through it. My entire body aches, as if I myself had worked construction yesterday and not, instead, dragged myself back from the cliff of an autistic meltdown for the second time in days. Breakfast was nothing but a bowl of cereal and warmed up leftover coffee, because that’s all I have the energy to make. Which itself then runs the risk of keeping my resources so low today that just about anything could set me off again

This post originally was published 2 years ago by Bix Frankonis on Posts older than a decade might not reflect my current views.