hello darkness my old friend

Yick. It began again today. Actually, yesterday. It came on slowly, clouding my head, and dimming my light. By dinner I hurt, and I could hear, but not really respond. I watched the conversation, and I smiled when other people smiled. The next day, I was lost in a fog. my mind would not recall even the simplest facts. I was tired, and my through and glands swollen as if sick. A flight of stairs quite wiped me out. It cleared after dark, a bit, a narrow window in which I ate dinner and watched the NLCS.

Today, it began early. I awoke feeling hungry, or as if I had eaten chalk. My head was a pin prick from asking me to scream until I was out of screams. I kept it all at bay, but felt, throughout the day, an inreality. Like someone poured a sweet soda into the hardrive of my mind. I could drive right now, but I would hate to rumba. My balance is off a bit.

I think its the MTP, churning up fragments of heavy metals and recirculating them before letting them wash to my kidneys and leave. The MTP makes my urine smell terrible, and somehow I think it is coming out there. I feel hungry, no matter how much I eat, and I have a wretched headache, as if something lone and fogotten died in my blood stress and now poisons my thoughts.

As I said, yick.