My arm is weaker than usual. It keeps slipping off the laptop keyboard. Have I been drugged? Quick. Think. What did I consume last? Media. Of course. Social media.
I seem to have a talent for being poisoned. First my sister. Now the media? Who— what, can I trust?
The owner of a convenience store once let me off the hook for ten cents. I can trust him.
The sky is black. So black it is almost dark.
Signing off for now.