not so bad

My new “hobby”

Is buying things I need 

On Facebook Marketplace. 

Like this awesome cup

For $5. lol

A present from my thoughtful housemate. 

For my trip. 

A phone holder that 

fits in the cup holder. 

Typical Nurse Car. 

So I’m at work. 

And I think to myself

“It’s not so bad”

And then it is... so bad. 

It’s like a fatty who won’t give up sweets. 

You never remember how bad it is

Until the bad comes back around. 

Poor Number Twelve. 

I somehow forgot how to count. 

11... 12... whatever. 

In two Tuesdays,

 I get in the car and drive. 

I’ve changed the start time 

and the end time 

So many times- lol. 

I have trained myself with fasting

To endure any situation. 

If you can fast, 

You can do most anything. 

But just because you CAN do something,

Doesn’t mean you should. 

I’ve been dreaming lately 

That I was attacked by bears. 

Or was held hostage. 

Or any scenario of harm. 

And I’ve had the same dream

Every night for like 30 or 40 years. 

The exact same dream. It’s boring AF. 

Now I’m dreaming crazy shit. 

Nightmares. 

I’ll gladly take my boring 

Same Old Dream back!