i can't

i can't sleep because my dog keeps barking, telling me there is something of slight interest outside, or maybe something is moving, or maybe she's just insane.

i can't rest my head in my hand because the way my jaw aligns now is completely off, and my teeth don't set, and it's not comfortable to balance my teeth in my hand.

i can't talk on the phone because i'm tired of the collect calling. every time the phone rings, it's for my mom - asking for money we don't want to lend out. would i like to take a survey? no. would i please hold for an employee? no.

i can't get comfortable in this four bedroom freezer because my mom runs the air conditioner like it's her job. maybe if we have the coldest house in the world, we'll be famous, or in the paper, or maybe we could get on a commercial about how our air conditioner is the most reliable piece of machinery we own, and it's so efficient and works very well, or maybe no one will even care.

i can't write well anymore. after i've collected compliments on how much people adore my writing, and how it is 'a breath of fresh air', now i feel like everything i write can't live up to it and this collection of straight and curved lines isn't as appealing as it used to be. in the event i'm boring you, i could maybe suggest you a better book.