woah
(welcome to the temple of my own narcissism. Still, its my blog, if you dont like it, go elsewhere).
Woah.
Woah.
It been 24 hours. No symptoms. At all. Ok a wanging headache and still super speed mind, but the distortion, the filterlessness, the compelling insistance of all the internal naratives, the urgency of the memories, the constant reshuffling in my head, its gone. Just gone. Its like the volume knob on the incoming, and outgoing, stimluli, has gone from 11, to 5. Or whatever. And I feel like: Me. Me me me me me. Yee haw. I think I will celebrate by studying professional responsibility.
Woah.
I have no idea why this is happening. I get days like this, but not under the full stress of the bar and this just feels, er, solid-er.
Whatever. It might be gone by dinner. Smoke ém if you got ém.
Woah.
Woah.
It been 24 hours. No symptoms. At all. Ok a wanging headache and still super speed mind, but the distortion, the filterlessness, the compelling insistance of all the internal naratives, the urgency of the memories, the constant reshuffling in my head, its gone. Just gone. Its like the volume knob on the incoming, and outgoing, stimluli, has gone from 11, to 5. Or whatever. And I feel like: Me. Me me me me me. Yee haw. I think I will celebrate by studying professional responsibility.
Woah.
I have no idea why this is happening. I get days like this, but not under the full stress of the bar and this just feels, er, solid-er.
Whatever. It might be gone by dinner. Smoke ém if you got ém.
posted by warnerk | 2:15 PM
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