I can be a real hellion when my patience has bled dry and I am just stuck in quicksand, struggling.
A vicious stream of curses may then be heard pouring unchecked from my mouth as I rail at the forces that “brought me to this.”
But I have not been cursing nor flailing about this time, preferring to save what dwindling strength is rebooting.
An antibiotic pill taken with a sleep-inducing expectorant – and hopefully, a nap puts me back on track to finish my taxes.
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