It's the third day in a row I've had it.
Rotisserie chicken with gravy for moisture, tonight's side is macaroni and cheese.
I get sick of my meals sometimes. I get sick of my friends. Of my phone. Of the endless state of being, the boredom and laziness that plagues the masses.
But then I see my best friend's smile-her eyes screwed closed in that childish grin.
I see a video on Instagram that cracks me up for whole minutes. I send it to my friends in Sweden and Germany, my mutuals from Ireland and Turkey.
I get my work done and take a good nap so I feel human again, renewed by sleep flowing though my viens.
I like chicken and gravy.
I always have.