Side Effects May Include Excessive Overeating....aka A Day in the Life
Because someone said I seemed like a fascinating woman....

I'm not, really.

Stares that make me feel dirty, and I hide away the fact that I want to hide away from the looks cast. Like I'm some piece of meat to be examined. Belljar mentalities and all I am is a chloroformed lab mouse.

In the morning I can hear my neighbors fighting next door and I fear ever becoming that angry at another human being over nothing. I drink my coffee and turn the TV up to watch the weather. I don't even care about the weather. I just don't want to hear the screaming and yelling anymore.

At night I can't sleep. There's so much running through my head, and it's hard to shut it all off enough to sleep well. I wake up and hit the snooze button a hundred times. Cassie is a shitty backup alarmclock. He likes to sleep as much as I do.

I go to work, I get everything I set out to do done. I enjoy my job and I fuss with the new haircut and scrutinize the color. Chocolate cherry suits me.

I tried pastrami on rye with mustard for the first time today and loved it.

When work ends, I either cab it home or walk and enjoy the weather. My knee hurts more when it rains. After I get to my street, I go to O'Neal's or go home. In O'Neal's I have a Jack n Coke or two. Sometimes three. I hang out with the regulars there, and am bar-friends with some of them. Sometimes I talk seriously, and they even listen. Bits and pieces of reality poking into our little fantasy world all dark and safe.

The highlight of the day: the phone call I get from Michael. It doesn't matter what we talk about, I just like listening to him. (Sorry if I've kept you up too late too often, sweetie :) )

And on the occasional nights I feel inspired, I write, or I paint, or I draw. All stuff from my head that needs to be vomited out so that I can finally sleep. And every once in awhile, I don't have nightmares, but happy dreams....