I'm tired. I'm sorry.
Why are you sorry, farmboy?
Because I ain't no fuckin' good, man.
farmboy, what's going on?
I'm just tired and depressed. I'm sad. And now I seem to be obsessed with these depressed feelings, and I can't get my mind off them. It's really a fuckin' drag. Why can't I stop thinking, thinking?
Action, farmboy. That's how you can change it.
I know. But I'm really super tired, too.
So go to bed. Get something involving to listen to, a podcast or something.
I tried that, but I think I'm gonna try again.
Have you eaten anything?
Yeah. That's another reason for going to bed, 'cause I ate enough and I could easily eat a whole lot more. Like a whole pizza. 'Cept I don't have a pizza.
That's probably a good thing.
I think so.
Go to bed, farmboy. Just for a little bit. Think of it as changing the channel, emotionally speaking.
Okay, Wish me luck.
Good luck, farmboy. And good night.
Good night.
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