i hate sundays

I’m pretty much comatose right now. Sundays are the worst possible days of the week to stay cooped up in the house all day. Even if it is my only day of pure rest and relaxation. My skin itches, I feel groggy and disconnected, and tried to sleep it all away, but my mind would not stop humming. Drone drone drone. On and on and on. My eyes hurt, but they’ve been shut for the better half of the day. My stomach won’t stop talking, but I’m too sluggish to eat anything. My mouth is constantly dry because I can’t breathe out of my nostrils, and I sound like a fucking stuffed pig. The air I’ve been breathing has been circulating throughout the whole house like a trapped poltergeist, and it’s stuffy.

There’s an itch in my spine that I can’t reach.