Training Wheels

I don't know what to say. I'm so tired I'm ready to fall over but I have to eat something first in theory. People keep telling me food matters. So here I am. I've got handcuff eyeballs and a t-shirt that says "no fair". I'm dehydrated, exhausted, and somehow still investigating things that itch at my mind. My mind is thirsty for more. So pour on the abuse. Cause I'm never done. I never quit. I DO however get confused. A little lost, and occasionally trapped in gossamer and dream stuff. So off to the slop they feed me every now and then. perhaps some "hawg wrasslin", and maybe.... just maybe... Some nice, pitch black, quiet, non-maddening sleep.