ain’t nothing to dream about
July 10, 2003YOUR UNIFORM DOES NOT IMPRESS ME
July 11, 2003hmm today started around noon when i rolled over and saw annie next to me. Last night we all drank, ian and i split a soma and we all slept till around 3pm. another night at the crackcave.
anyway, after annie left i ate a anti-depressant my new doctor said “might help”. i figure at this point anything will. I wash it down with 2 cups of coffee and god knows how much THC.
about 2 hours later i’m starting to wonder if the 2523423 different drugs in my body may make it collapse in on itself mentally/physically. I’m editing php/mysql that my great friend cullen supplied me with, alternating from giggling like a molested schoolgirl to screaming along to System of a down.
im not really used to “uppers” as they are called so everything was hitting pretty hard by around 6pm. Work is almost done, im so manic i can barely even type and i quit for the day. Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, update site, bed.
the moral of the story
corporations make really hardcore drugs.