Sixteen Degrees to Reality

I could say I’m okay, but eight dwarfs haven taken refuge in my head and are determined to dig every inch of it. (I say there are eight, now leave me alone.)

I COULD SAY I’m okay, but not in my normal voice coz nasal is suddenly in.

I could say that I feel absolutely fabulous, but I’ve stopped taking the pills mountains of rice are blocking my vision.

I could say WE’RE okay, but Shineekwa (my stubborn, selfish alter-ego) is not contented with all the effort he’s done for us. (I’m waiting for a b*tchslap here.)

So I take another picture and smile.