Again, most of the day is gone. The sky bleeds grey into the house, the lights are off. The birds aren't sure if it is night yet, but they are confused about the obvious darkness. They play quietly in their cages. The cockatoo mutters softly to himself. I have to pee so I have to get out of the warmth of the quilts. I take my medicine and logon to post that for today I'm not quite alive.