When was my last blog? A million years ago at least. Maybe I've been censoring my thoughts or perhaps I haven't had any. Who cares, I yam what I yam. I'm Popeye the Sailorman.
Lawd, I have been with out my meds for nine days (pharmacy fuck-up). I'm completely outta control. It's a horrible feeling for someone who has complete (or likes to think that way) control of herself.
I can feel every nerve in quick pulses... not enough to fly high and enjoy it though. I'm a terrible, terrible bitch. If I really cared (which I don't because I'm in terrible, terrible bitch mode) I'd have stayed home this week.
My thoughts aren't exactly in the common sense category. I've contacted two people I maybe shouldn't have for emotional reasons. I'll have to clean that mess later... once I'm medicated again. This could be interesting. At least it will bring something to my currently mundane life.
But really, right now I'm just in marvel at the human body. What's going on in there?
