night sweats

Night sweats, intense dreams, body aches. No, I don’t have Covid. I have anxiety and arthritis and these new symptoms are super unpleasant.

In the absence of having anything to say about anything, here is some unedited, untagged dialogue I wrote for no reason, unattached to any project.

“When you said you had the money, that was a lie. Right?”
“And when you said you didn’t know where Lanny was, that was also a lie.”
“Yes, but..”
“No buts. Why are you coming clean now? What more are you keeping from us?”
“That’s all. I didn’t kill her. I don’t even know anything else about it. I didn’t mention the money because I needed the money. I felt bad about it so I brought it back.”
“Ok. Here’s the thing, you can swallow this pill and then try to answer with a little more truthfulness, or we can inject you with that big ass needle and get the same results. I’m indifferent. Are you?”
“I’m cooperating. You don’t have to do that.”
“Last chance for you to make a choice.”
“Fine. I’ll take the fucking pill.”
She took the pill. They waited.
“Ok, should be taking effect now. Is your name Janet Delubak?”
“Are you 31 years old?”
“What happened to LaNell, Lanny, Thompson?”
“The old gods are returning. Long have they slept at relativistic speed in an arc though the galaxy and now they return. Woe. Woe. Woe. The events of the last century of man are here.”
“What the fuck is this shit?”
“Did you give her too much?”

We all “waste time.” Try to recycle it.