I want to write tonight. I don’t have a political motive. I have just been reflecting on the day when my very dear friend was given a few months to live. I didn’t get it. I joked around trying to make her smile. I took care of her for the last year of her life.

My own mortality is on my mind lately. I get it now. I understand. I want to write about it but I don’t want to have to defend myself for not having medical insurance. I’ll just hold it in. It isn’t important anyway. It’s only the ideas of one trivial little man. I’m sorry I didn’t get insurance before I weighed so much. It’s ok, I’m just fine, I’ll make it through this. I’m just being silly. I’m sure about that.

I’m just over thinking this.