I’m living on a steady diet of Elavil, caffeine, and crime documentaries. Right now I’m watching one about a guy who actually left a bag of human skin somewhere, which is crazy because it wasn’t even in America or Eastern Europe, which seems to be where that kinda thing seems to happen. Unless we’re talking about medicine murders in Africa, and girl, don’t even get me started on that because it scares the poop out of me. Can you imagine?
I don’t even know what the hell I’m talking about. I’ve got a raging case of the sads and my usual human safety blankie is being all…not talking to me because I’m awful (or he’s busy living on another continent and having actual problems that don’t concern me) and the effort of moving my stupid leaden extremities out of bed is great.