It’s time to go home.  Past time.  Been too long now.   I was in a happy place, a place that wasn’t oppressive, closed in, overcrowded.  The edgy, wound too tight, apathetic and agoraphobic feelings were gone for the first time in a long time.  Now they’re back.   Sleep was quiet, restful and fulfilling.  Now I drift along in a sleep deprived stupor, never rested, never fully awake.  I want to go home.  But that won’t happen for a while yet.  Not until the county extracts one body part from another bodily orifice and gets me my damned permit.  Then some more time before I can get my house in order, and then go home.  Maybe get some sleep again. 

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