Apollo was a whore...

i woke up at seven because my shirt was twisted..and because my necklace was smashing into my clavical...and because the heater had been running and i was wet thru to the sheets...i woke up at seven and after getting a mason jar full of water i lay back down...i thought about how good the fog used to be, dense, Remarkable...i thought about where i was going to live...division of property...the horrifying sorting of the sock drawer...i thought about dead girls crawling on my chest...dead girl scouts...dead cherub faced girl scouts...and their tiny hands crawling all over me...i rolled towards the wall to break up the horror show...the worst time of day is 7.10 a.m....and it doesn't start getting any better until, like 9, at least....