Mishful Wurmering

If I had a fire....and wasn't working...I would drag my mattress down in front of it and read my book all day. The blissful silence sporadically interrupted by the odd moan to reassure myself that I'm still alive. As alive as you possibly can be in this state. It's quite humbling to find that I can feel this shit and still do my job adequately. I'm important...I have my own computer and profile now.....if I was struck down by some bizarre gift from God, the world would stop turning.....clockwise and start turning anti-clockwise.Does that mean that I believe hell is in the East? How did I get to here and how did I begin....this is a residual problem for me.I started off feeling like shit and ended up in hell..I guess it's not that far-fetched