I'm too sick and out of it to say anything important or poetic

Rotating the lyrics "We'll have you psychoanalyzed and subsequently hypnotized to confirm that you're a specimen that's suitable for sacrifice. "For sacrifice?" You ask, why yes my friend, for all comes at a price, and soon the vessel we will find in you should finally suffice" in my head over and over again like an insane freak. Okay anyway. Hi. No I'm not delusional. Uh what else do I have to say tonight. I'm still sick, sicker than before actually. Don't know what I'm gonna do about that. Kneads my bed like a cat. I'm going to try to go back to sleep and hopefully be able to actually breathe this time I think. I played Webkinz today like a well adjusted normal adult. I'm thinking about the things we could do for our bedroom, I'd like to do a few things. Anyway. Uh. Checks notes. Anything else to share...I don't know. Whatever. My brain isn't functioning at all tonight. Goes to sleep closes eyes forever.