2006-11-19 - 2:40 a.m.
So whats going on?
Medical bullshit breaking my savings. Postcards with no return address, like some kind of kind deity looking out for me. Hours of blankly staring at movies, trying to entertain myself, trying not to go crazy before I turn thirty. And when I turn out the lights, ever so briefly the edges of my blankets writhing up at me like eight hundred spider legs, razor thin and purple. Maybe its the flu, maybe its the antibiotics, maybe its that I havent heard out of my left ear properly in a week. No easy sleep.
I want to travel.
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