The Matrix has me...?
Dear God...it's like being a Pod Person.
Reality is kind of warped, forgetting and remembering things like my memory and brain is like oil on a teflon coated pan. It BARELY sticks, and is hard to grab on to.
I'm waiting for the trio of Agents to appear and bug me, and for a 7ft tall black dude to offer me drugs.
Spent last night in hospital, just in case it was something risky, but after a night of obs, they think a good night's rest is best.
(FUCK I hope so.
NEVER going to bed late again. NEVER-EVER!)
Reality is kind of warped, forgetting and remembering things like my memory and brain is like oil on a teflon coated pan. It BARELY sticks, and is hard to grab on to.
I'm waiting for the trio of Agents to appear and bug me, and for a 7ft tall black dude to offer me drugs.
Spent last night in hospital, just in case it was something risky, but after a night of obs, they think a good night's rest is best.
(FUCK I hope so.
NEVER going to bed late again. NEVER-EVER!)