to leave this house tomorrow. There was a time I’d go weeks without leaving the house. Now it seems like I have to leave it five times a week, at least.
I want to stay home. I don’t want to go to hypnotherapy for my weight. I don’t want to go to the chiropracter for my monthly back maintenance. I don’t want to go to the dentist for my bi-yearly teeth cleaning and check-up.
I don’t want to go to CostCo and get eggs and cheese and 9-Lives.
I don’t want to go to McDonalds or Rosaritos or Taco Bell to get dinner.
I don’t want to go to the mailbox and get mail.
I don’t want to get out of this chair!
I do not want to leave this house for at least a week.
I can dream, can’t I?