Yayyy, I get to be alone, and don't have to vote

He said to go last night at 10, I suggested this morning 11, he said 9, then I said 1, he says no so I said i'm not gonna do it, with some passion thrice, then it was like magic. All I want is the Kindle contents, my noise sounds, smokes coffee and this delightful heating pad, with the fan blowing, windows open, tv off, oh to pretend that there are a million different worlds and visiting a few of them per day, instead of the one that's as a backdrop, a hideous sickening thing, where I must needs heed the advice of the Stoics, but ideally i'm wading nonchalantly in the classics like Wuthering Heights, that gloomy stormy tale to hide from this false sunny reality.