Pussy-footin'.
So, the company shrink thought
it would be a good idea I write in this thing. Said it'd be
"theraputic". I don't know if I believe that, but I suppose it
couldn't hurt to try, you know? At this point, I'll try just
about anything to make the throbbing behind my eyes to stop. Doc'
seems to think it's my subconscious crying out. I think it's
sleep deprivation finally kicking in.
I've been awake 53 hours. I've hit that low point in exhaustion when you're absolutely ready to drop, but you still can't sleep. My mind is fuzzy; it's like my skull is packed with cotton. Everything seems slow and dreamy, and I'm giggly. I am never giggly. God, I just want this headache to go away so I can curl up in my bed with my favorite plushie and the dog and just sleep until I die.
I should probably fix something to eat, but it's too damn hot to cook, and I'm too lazy to dick around with the thermostat. I'll probably just fix a PBn'J. Provided the dog doesn't steal it from me. If I turn my head for a second, an entire plate of food can vanish. I still don't know what he does with all of it. Just like me to have a ninja for a pet.
One good thing did come of the my little visit: benzodiazepine. In the form of diazepam. Yay for tranquilizers. I may not be able to sleep on my own, but these puppies should knock me out for a while. So, I am going to fix my punk ass a sandwich and try and at least nap a little.
Ta-ta.
I've been awake 53 hours. I've hit that low point in exhaustion when you're absolutely ready to drop, but you still can't sleep. My mind is fuzzy; it's like my skull is packed with cotton. Everything seems slow and dreamy, and I'm giggly. I am never giggly. God, I just want this headache to go away so I can curl up in my bed with my favorite plushie and the dog and just sleep until I die.
I should probably fix something to eat, but it's too damn hot to cook, and I'm too lazy to dick around with the thermostat. I'll probably just fix a PBn'J. Provided the dog doesn't steal it from me. If I turn my head for a second, an entire plate of food can vanish. I still don't know what he does with all of it. Just like me to have a ninja for a pet.
One good thing did come of the my little visit: benzodiazepine. In the form of diazepam. Yay for tranquilizers. I may not be able to sleep on my own, but these puppies should knock me out for a while. So, I am going to fix my punk ass a sandwich and try and at least nap a little.
Ta-ta.