My posting has gotten out of control, most likely because, duh, I don't do anything with my life because of the "medical" leave. So I go out once and a while and write everything that's remotely of interest or amusement to me; it's not overwhelming because I don't do enough to be overwhelmed ( Read more... )

It's so nice out but I spent the entirety of the day past 10:00 AM (when I maybe went to sleep) inside lying in bed tiredly. Yesterday was crazy from the minute I was UNKNOWNINGLY drawn from the depths of my comforter to answer the door at 1:00 PM. Of course, surprise, surprise (thanks B), I stumble up the stairs to the door groggy-eyed wondering ( Read more... )

Ah! I'm at home and my room's freezing and I haven't smoked since Sunday at 5:30 AM so I'm feeling decided emotional withdrawl even though it's only Monday evening and I return back to the city tomorrow afternoon. To be honest with myself I'm feeling pretty shitty despite my euphoric mood following Saturday evening/Sunday morning's activities. And ( Read more... )

I'm using this again and I don't know why! It's essentially a private journal excepting two people I know and several random I added. Anyway wanted to say before I forget that things have been crazy lately and I've gotten over my mood. I'm really quite ridiculously mercurial; I'll mope around all day chain-smoking and sitting in my dingy room never ( Read more... )

For Erowid Vaults (My Salvia D. Experience ( Read more... )

It's rather difficult to type on this laptop, mostly because the keyboard's covered with cookie dough; I'm glad I take care of my belongings. I'm attempting to write, but I can't conjure any valid thoughts. I don't really know what makes a thought valid, but I'm nearly positive that the thoughts I've been surfacing aren't very valid ( Read more... )

Warning! Random trains of thought! No order! Ah! I'm tired ( Read more... )

This is oddly addicting. I’ve realized that the content of my handwritten journal is ridiculous and that I much prefer the computer and its glowing screen. Besides being incapable of deciphering my words, it’s an inconvenience to shift the pen from left to right, right to left, etc. repeatedly. I’ll choose my crusty, “covered in the remnants of ( Read more... )

I’ve been quite the observer lately, but I’ve lost my will to pen my thoughts. It’s really terrible when terms, nouns usually, are used as verbs. A prime example is the term “pen” being used as “to pen.” These words sound contrived, lifeless, black, dull. I don’t suppose that reading a lot, novel after depressing novel, is beneficial. I’d planned ( Read more... )