train bombings
and i've gotten one hour of sleep in the last 33. sweet. out of my sleep meds, i'm equally frustrated that i can't sleep and that i need sleep meds to sleep. ugh.
prohibit alcohol. legalize marijuana.
beans and franks = my stomach is killing me.
i need a job. i need to start exercising, i need to stop making bad choices. manic is fun but depressive is fucking terrible.
i wish it had all been different.
on a more cheerful note, it's my sister's birthday on sunday and my aunt is taking us to legal seafood. and it's going to snowstorm, i love and miss snowstorms. hm. no more forced optimism.
not in such a terribly bleak mood as that all sounds, but not great. just need some sleep. bleh.
prohibit alcohol. legalize marijuana.
beans and franks = my stomach is killing me.
i need a job. i need to start exercising, i need to stop making bad choices. manic is fun but depressive is fucking terrible.
i wish it had all been different.
on a more cheerful note, it's my sister's birthday on sunday and my aunt is taking us to legal seafood. and it's going to snowstorm, i love and miss snowstorms. hm. no more forced optimism.
not in such a terribly bleak mood as that all sounds, but not great. just need some sleep. bleh.