Sleep Is Calling Me

I feel a turn and burn going down today. I will just write a little bit and then go home. I had some lunch and it isn't sitting right in my belly. Asians are coming into my environment now, even on the bus and my Fridley Starbucks. My computer is also feeling the strain. My Pandora station is having difficulty. I watched Sunday morning news TV and saw The Republican candidates melt down right in front of me. It was disconcerting. Guys, get it together before you go completely psychotic on national TV. I am really unable to feel what to write. I am just not feeling good. I am so sick of taking the charge every day. On Oahu, when things would get like these Republicans in the white male soldier population, I would just grab my special army backpack made for me and my disability in my spine and heart, and I would just march to the beat of my own drum. I would walk and explore the island properly, ON FOOT. A dog from the kennels would often follow me and we would see the sunset sitting on the beach side by side. It was glorious and free. I miss my gorillas today. I want Virgil to just sit beside me and hold my hand until I fall asleep.