Fourteen Word Summit With Yesterday

She needed fourteen words to complete her writing block.  She recapped her day thusly:

A day of sickness. Here comes sickness… baby, baby, won’t you hear my plea.  A stomach unhinged.  A head stuffed with fog.  A need for something different and not sure how to think about it or how to effectuate it.  A drone of television buzz.  Bah, it does no good!  Read, read, read all day long in delirium.  Eat a can of beans, that’ll put you right.  Blah blah and hiss…  and such is the recounting of a day not too far into a new year…

“Use your head, can’t you, use your head, you’re on earth, there’s no cure for that!”

— Samuel Beckett / Endgame