As I mentioned earlier, I feel myself slipping. Slipping, sliding, stumbling and succumbing to my early 20's. It may be a mid-life crisis sort of thing. I dunno. Aside from Phoenix, my sanity and insanity, I've withdrawn hope of caring about anything else. I don't have a social life, though the meds have kicked the anxiety down a bit, so I could start going to the movies or clubs or something. I'm also a lot more social, mainly due to the lack of a filter between brain and mouth. But I don't dance, and loud music makes it hard to carry on a conversation. So, what do I do?
It's not even 11am, I'm ready to crawl back into bed and sleep the day away. However, I made a commitment to go to work for a while, so I have to do that. Which means I need to put down this rum and start getting ready to go in. I have a problem. I admit it. But I don't care.
This is also a short blog entry, simply because I have to get ready for work and I just wanted to put a little something up here. Also, to advertise my dream blog over on the right side there. Yeah. Over there. The dream I had the other day... I had to record that one. Maybe more later, after work. Who knows?
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