When I got home, exhausted by too much sleeping, I put on some water for tea, and began to prepare myself for an evening of cleaning, as my apartment is getting pretty dirty. As the tea water was boiling I tried to pick at the scab where the doctor had sliced into my forehead to remove that fatty tumor; but my hands were trembling too much to get the scab off, so I had to leave it there hanging halfway. I sighed, looking about me, at my sink full of dishes, counter full of grocery bags & food, beer cans on the floor, newspapers everywhere, cigarette ash on the table. Another day, another day, another day.