I've been on auto-pilot the past two days.

To the rest of America: I'm sorry if we fucked up your health-care. Some of us tried.

Talking is pulling teeth. I cannot hang up the phone. Without her. Giving me attitude. And I will fire it. Right back at her. Until. I am too tired. Which. I am. Most nights.

Sometimes I feel like living together would be the answer, and then I remember somethings are just too costly to undo, so why do them in the first place?

And it's days/minutes like these that I realize I may live a wholly unremarkable life.