The Joke (The Dying Logs Day 60)

Laughter is a chronic condition for the chronically depressed.

My legs are running and jerking all the time.

Rashes still appear randomly more like streaks of red.

I sit back and let it all sink in.

How could I have came so far and gotten nowhere at all?

Or, have I gotten farther than I could ever imagine? And I imagine further still.