Tomorrow.

You get what feels like the flu. It will not ever go away. That weak, crappy, tired, shaky feeling. That feverish, nauseous sweaty, I slept all day/night/week but I’m still cotton mouthed, foggy headed and completely exhausted sensation. Yours to keep. Every single day. From now on. You have it. All day long. It is your new life-partner. Work with it. Cook with it. Clean with it. Eat with it. Dress with it. Sleep with it. Socialize with it. Fuck with it. Deal with it. Live with it. This is your new paradigm. This is Chronic Fatigue. Welcome Home Motherfucker.

Now please leave.