stardust holiday
chronicles of the chronically (and voluntarily) bedridden

in the middle of a cloud....

14 March 2006
i'm having one of the most discombobulated conversations ever. mike's drunk and i'm in this stupid fog that won't lift. i get halfway through a thought and drift off. i come back thirty seconds later and can't remember where i was going with what i've written down so far. he can't type for shit and we're not understanding anything. or at least i'm not. he's speaking chinese tonight, for all i know.

tried to write back to dr m, and i'll be damned if i could think of anything to say. even though everything's already there, i don't want to say too much and be shoved full of pills or something. can't sleep? can't think? can't focus? can't function? we have pills for all of these things, and pills to help you with what the first pills will do to you on the side. (i've been there before, thanksbutnothanks.)

eh, i'm being paranoid way too overdramatic and highschoolstupid about that, i'm sure.


you know what everyone needs when they get low? john lennon's "oh yoko!"

yep. that's love.


ok, i got my little warm fuzzies for the day. i feel a -little- better.
23:07 :: :: permalink
  • ...So keep on playing those mind games together
    Faith in the future outta the now
    You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas
    Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
    Yeah we're playing those mind games forever
    Projecting our images in space and in time

    Yes is the answer and you know and you know that for sure
    Yes is surrender you got to let it, you got to let it go....


    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:32  
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