Jason Stringer

I spent my weekend under covers and in my toilet,
Cradling buckets with a cold sweaty grip,
Fearful of the coming involuntary body movements,
Dizzy and muffled, the world becomes one dimensional.
The stench.  The gasping for breath.  The chest pains.
Water.  Toast.  Toilet.  Shower.  Repeat.

Needless to say, I got fuck all done.  I’m still not 100%