[CopyPat]

It's an Advil kinda morning and my appetite is boring. I can't decide on porridge or some apple slices, yogurt will have to kinda work because hungover means i'll yack if i resort to any protein.. so banana time for sure. See I gotta keep it simple, cause my body is a temple, which i flooded out last night and now my faucet's leaking liquor. The process means my liver isn't processing, I'm different when the coffee bean is drippin, but not this weekend, I'm switchin to some water. Being a little cautious with decisions cause i'm positive this isn't how i wanna live. It isn't very smart to be aggressive when your nausea doesn't let up. So ain't no sausages for breakfast, just plain old strawberries i guess...it's painful obviously, and yes i wake most often in peace, but today's so foggy, and jeez my brain's slow.. groggy, i creep to the table and oddly just be. I don't take no convo's, i'm deep into safe mode, with a lock and a key....and K, no talkin cause please, I need to just lay low and vomit in peace. I reach for a bagel, but not any cheese; and eat slow.. way slow till the softness decreased. I'm peepin my cellphone a lot, and keep getting bell tones or a knock. the squeeze in my head goes like a song, the beat so def only it's not, homie.. i'm fucked...