bent outta shape by this walking around and talking to the town looking for lodging and flinching at rent there's a dent in my wallet and since i don't use one that means my ass. i'm crass when cranky and tired burnt out on coffee with no substance in my stomach to not send it tearing through my brains like a freight train mind on overdrive as I giggle with the radiologist who likes to play motherly and say my name. "oh! Karen! I think you're not soo young..." if i tell her it's fine that i'm skiddy and late for my meal then "oh! Karen! lets do the next question..."