I spend a lot of it shuffling cards. No, not metaphorically: I literally shuffle cards. Sometimes I play a game in-between, but the focus is on the shuffling rather than the playing. I wonder if that doesn't have a bit of meaning itself. Metaphors come from the mundane too, don't they?
I'm afraid to sleep again.
But all of that's okay, because they're my normal coping method, and I am able to be merely frustrated with them. If another crops up and surprises me, well, I'll let myself be a little scared.
Maybe a lot scared.
But for now, I shuffle - and I was sure to remove the Jokers from the deck.