I got weak yesterday and had to apply a narcotic patch. I was jittery. I cried at the drop of a hat, and for some reason the stars were against me, and every where I turned, there was something that caused the tears to flow. I don't get high from these patches, but I get some kind of relief from the jitters, the jumping out of my skin, and the pains of living. Today, after a long sleep and dreams of going to Las Vegas, I have woken up with my apathy back, calmed jitters, and my skin is sane. I can't remember when I changed the patch last time, but it had been over a week. Maybe that is a good sign.
Here's to a calm, happy weekend, every body!
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Nothing
I purchased a domain to match this site URL, but we all know that I won't do anything with it. Possibly have a WordPress installation. Domains expire. This page is free.
I had so much planned for today, but it all turned to shit. I was going to dig into my files and find a decent photo of myself for the side bar. I was going to make a new layout with graphics. I was going to find some of my old scans or at least the images that I wanted to rescan. But I did jack shit. Went to work. Came home. Laid in bed. That killed me. Once I hit the bed, I couldn't get back up out of it. I just went in and out of sleep for hours.
For now I've doubled up on my meds. I know that I shouldn't do that, but I can't help myself. I am suffering. I need something to comfort me. Say a little prayer for me. I am slowly breaking down.
I had so much planned for today, but it all turned to shit. I was going to dig into my files and find a decent photo of myself for the side bar. I was going to make a new layout with graphics. I was going to find some of my old scans or at least the images that I wanted to rescan. But I did jack shit. Went to work. Came home. Laid in bed. That killed me. Once I hit the bed, I couldn't get back up out of it. I just went in and out of sleep for hours.
For now I've doubled up on my meds. I know that I shouldn't do that, but I can't help myself. I am suffering. I need something to comfort me. Say a little prayer for me. I am slowly breaking down.
Labels:
depression,
depression hurts,
drugs,
web stuff
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