I just woke up for a dream in which eating too many popsicles caused self-hate. Not overeating, not gaining weight--like the popsicles were literally frozen self-hate. I literally used the phrase "Popsicles of Self-Hatred" while eating them one after another.

Brain, u so crazy.

Ever since I started the Neurontin, I've been having these crazy dreams--not bad, just weird. Apparently my subconscious wants to fight crime, or I've been watching too much TV ( Read more... )

I want to live in this house.

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On Friday, Renee asked what I would do if I had $60 million to spend on myself. I started to say, "Well, I'd donate to such-and-such," but she stopped me and reiterated the on myself part. It took me a while to come up with three things (pay the Russians to take me to space, spend a year traveling around the world, and buy a bookstore), and I ( Read more... )

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I wish:--that I had more to blog about than therapy and eating ( Read more... )