I forgot what my blog address is, for about fifteen seconds.
If I focus for too long on any one object, I find myself staring through it, thoughtless.
When I try to sleep, there’s a sprite skateboarding around in my ribcage screaming, “Awake! Awake! Awake!”
His name is Warren.
Warren also thinks it’s fun to say things like, “Random anxiety!”
The pain clinic just called me back, and said to decrease the dosage a little. If that didn’t help the insomnia, then to wean myself off.
I don’t even care about this post anymore.
I hate prescription medication.
I wish they would just legalise weed.
A Vague & Menacing Agency 
Whatcha say?