Every day, the things I do get harder and harder to explain to my mother.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
People must think I'm on qualudes.
Sometimes I will realize that I have been staring, open mouthed for 10 minutes, elaborately daydreaming. I will look down and see that the piece of paper that I wanted to photocopy is now COVERED in drawings of tiny eyeballs with skinny little legs and tubesocks, running around the page.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
I have been cowering on the couch with diet coke and a bad stomach ache, I have been short-tempered, moody and sluggish, I have felt awkward at social gatherings, I have been a little dizzy, had a huge headache and I have missed it so much that I get misty eyed and nostalgic but at 4:30 today it has been 5 days since i had a cigarette.
I have been breathing deep.