[12.02.02]-[1:14 a.m.]
I can't wait to get the fuck out of Dodge and move out of this country. It'll suck to be so far from Berkeley, but at this point, I'm already three thousand miles, what's a few more thousand. I'll still miss home.
New York remains not home. I mean, it's sort of home. Just not 'home.' Not quite. I can't make that shift in my head. I just can't quite manage that yet.
I'm so fucking out of my skull. I'm not sleeping without taking pills. And I hate that. And I'm not addicted to the pills. I'm just sort of insomniac. So I take the pills. I'm glad I'm going to run out in a few days and I'll have to deal with no sleep but maybe I'll adapt and go back to normal.
Normal. That's such an alien concept.
'Now I need a part to hide in. Now I need a play. Wish that I could leave my room tonight. The fast attack on my compressor's way too bright.' ----'Offline P.K.' by Pinback
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