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Two doses of lithium down and both lasted no more than five minutes before I was running to the bathroom. I’m trying. Really. But gradually each day this week I’ve had to fight hard to keep these fuckers down. I’ll attempt again in the morning but at this rate, I don’t care. I’m tired, grumpy from lack of sleep over many days, and the only thing taming me tonight is my obsessive playing of four songs…for hours now.
The figurative fever has returned and I’m tossing around on the bed, kicking covers off, closing my eyes as I wait for the flush to pass, for the refreshing chill upon my skin.
I am weak. Physically, I’ve reached an exhaustion level I haven’t seen in years (though you’d never know last night). Mentally, I am drained, my mind spinning, looking for answers to unasked questions, or just a grounding point. Perhaps a solid wall of grey nothingness would suffice.
A plate of quite peculiar
On a dish of my own
A tablespoon of feather
tickle me to the bone
Give me recipes for happy
with the chemicals gone“X-Amount Of Words” by Blue October
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Kun4miT said,
July 21, 2006 @ 5:43 am
Give yourself a moment and suspend your disposition of the whole “god” thing and endure the eye opening wonder of Richard Bach…Illusions: The Adventures of the Reluctant Messiah.