the wind makes some of the most obnoxious noises around this house. my head doesn’t hurt, yet i wouldn’t say it feels good either. i have no cigarettes, nor should i have any, and yet, i miss them fiercely. i may go buy some shortly, much as i’d like to be able to claim i quit during a period of mad life-stress, ain’t gonna happen. i’ll be calm when it happens.
well, calmer than this.
no, i’m calm. i’m deadly calm, almost focused, flat affect. autopilot.
i’d rather have a real hangover than a dream hangover. i wish i could still post my dreams, but i can’t. there are so many things i can’t say.
i’m sorry, i’m sure i’ll feel better later, i need to get out of this fucking house, no matter what.