Holidays are crap. You want to know why? Because they inflate you with unrealistic expectations of what a day should be. I expected to be in a turkey induced stupor, not moving more than necessary to complete my Jabba the Hutt impression. Instead, I'm eating not as heartily, walking just as infrequently and doubling my dosage because I was without ( Read more... )

I don't feel the way I've ever felt.
I know.
I'm gonna smile and not get worried.
I try but it shows.

Anyone can make what I have built.
And better now
Anyone can find the same white pills.
It takes my pain away.

It's a lie. A kiss with open eyes
And she's not breathing back.
Anything but bother me.
(It takes my pain away)
Nevermind these are ( Read more... )

I don't ever want to sit through another free taping of The View again.  Yuck.

Even if it was a collective menstrual week, perish the thought of seven days of that, there wouldn't be enough midol to ensure any lives to those of us with a y chromosome.

Still here.

Only so many pills in this jar. I'll run out in three days.

Is there pain in dreams? No, you hit the ground, and wake up.

I maybe in a medical induced coma. Too much brain activity for it to be complete, early stages likely.