I came home from work last night, promptly stripped, and laid in bed.
I took no medicine, slept fitfully, didn't eat dinner, and just relaxed, for varying terms of 'relax'.
I really need to get up, now that it's ten in the morning, and get to the post office. I bought shoes I can't fucking wear, and can at least get a credit for them.
But I can't get out of bed.
It requires clothes to go places.
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