I went to the doctor the other day.
Why, you ask?
Because I have picked a bald spot raw on the right side of my head and have gone at least three nights without sleep AND been telling to Dean about my pesticide-drinking desires. And of course, said Dr. (MD. I might add) prescribed me some pretty colored little pills and told me to go home and take one and try to get some sleep.
0:00 Take pill
0:01 No effect. Hmm, maybe this shit is bogus.
0:02 Definitey bogus
0:15 Wow, I'm feeling pretty special. *yawn*
0:20 Hmmm... maybe more is better...
0:30 Wow, defininitely more is better.
8:00 How the hell did I get here and what the hell happened?
Creepy. I do not think I like the pretty colored pills. I thin I will only take them when I want to go into a fugue state and maybe kill someone so I can truly not remember it later.
It's cold in the house tonight. Time for the electric blanket. It's warming up in the bed as I write this. Yum.