Things are not organized upstairs. It feels as if... if you don't know what you want or where you're going, you'll end up as anyone, anywhere. Fuck! Waking up from that whole childhood thing sucks it big. Also. Sleep paralysis sucks it big. You know......eureka! My life feels like one big sleep paralysis episode right now. Stuck between dreaming and waking, one foot through the door of consciousness, and the other pins-and-needles useless in the unconscious. I just need one little glimmer, please.


And time for a fucking exercise overhaul. And to drown myself in water, water, water. And cranberry juice. I'll take some vodka with that, thanks.