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I'm sick. I'm sad. I'm sleepy. I'm all doped up on cold medicine and really just wish there was someone here to take care of me, or at least call to say hey. What's up.

But The Middle is a lonely and vast place. It swallows you up in no time at all. And there is no escape. So you will lay there with the sniffles and your doses, willing your phone to ring and wondering what day it is. Wondering if there's even anyone out there. The goat is. It's head-butting your door. If you don't get your goat, the goat gets you, I guess.

I want a do-over. I lost a year. Maybe two or three. I lost the past week to sickness and doctors. I'll probably lose next week too. Lose it to doctors and diseases and doses and dizziness and depression and disillusionment and disappointment and desperation and all that other stuff that yanks your life out from under you.