Feb 06, 2008 19:07
Sorry, Coil.
Tyler's mad at me and now I can't sleep. I'm taking the pills, so I don't know what he's doing. Maybe he's throwing them up. Maybe he replaced them with something else.
I just can't sleep, and I can't write anything. I know Project Mayhem's still around, because I keep seeing broken vending machines. I think this is Tyler trying to torture me, taking away Starbucks and all the soda companies.
Marla's starting to hate me too. But I know I'm complaining.
My boss called today and said he's not paying me for my psychiatric problems. That means it's time to make everything I know public.
At least that should be fun.