r. and mister so sweet i cry. i'm gonna stop. i'm being stopped. stopping myself, i don't want to stop. i'll do one walk in the morning. dogs and their people will count on me continuing, but maybe they can't count on me this week. i may have to cancel. this week. my sick hiatus. maybe everything i do will stop for me. done for me. funny, i daydream of stopping, but not this way, horrified by my own corruption, my painful corrupted only feet.