"I was in the hospital. I've been diagnosed with a pre-cirrhotic liver."
Joking, darkly. (Practicing, maybe.)
An impromptu haiku:
precarious Life
tired of being tired
please take my booze, sir
Then again, it is what it is. The only person who can help a person is oneself.
DISCLAIMER--This is *not* a cry for help. (I don't cry. Well, sometimes I do.) :-))
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If not a cry for help, what is it? just kidding. Hope you are having a nice day today, well that goes for any day, but you know what I mean. Oh, btw, I posted some stories about Buddy, just for you!
Please keep your liver non-cirrhotic!
Impromtu haiku:
give me that booze, sir
allow your liver to heal
we need you here, see?
xoxox
Lil Miss--I'll read them, fo' shizzle.
Melissa--Nice haiku! Well-done! By the way, nice use of the word "see." In my slightly-bruised mind, I heard/read it as a 1940s black-and-white gangster would say it: "We needja heah, seeah?"
Klassik.
My cry for help has been aborted.
Peace, all.
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