going to bed at 7pm and getting up at 2:30am is strange. not bad. just weird.
i had a dream last night i was reading my poetry and all the words just started to fall off the page and be replaced by cascading words of chaos and ugliness and it was so strange. too much winnie the pooh, cascading words, they climbed the ladder of words out of the hole. ack.
i'm better today. all of my chemical induced injuries have nearly healed. orange vodka and oj bad for cydnieys.
i loved the winnie the pooh movie. i didn't see all of it. but i loved craig fergusen as owl. he was perfect. i didn't expect it to look like the old one. i thought it would be all new and shiny and disney. but it wasn't and it was beautiful for it.
my cough won't go away. i could kill it. i'm going through more cough syryp than can possibly healthy. i wish doc had a way to get me to the doctor. i really think it's time i see one.
i finally told doc i hate him because he doesn't love me and i feel trapped in this relationship and there isn't anything i can do about it. he didn't have much of a reaction. nothing to say.
i don't even remember why i was mad at him earlier tonight. he was bossing me around or something and i got pissed about it. it fade like that, my anger with him. i can be so pissed off one minute and a half an hour later not have any idea why.