Been up all night - couldn't sleep and now am totally strung out, heart pounding, probably on the verge of a heart attack or a stroke... ironically I'm supposed to see the shrink at 1PM - if I'm still alive. My greatest fear NOW is that he'll put me in the snake pit.
For the past hour or so I've either been hearing mice scurrying around inside my bedroom walls or I've slipped into sleep deprivation psychosis, or I'm trapped in an Edgar Allen Poe story.
If I suddenly stop posting, it most likely means:
a) I am dead (heart attack, stroke, or suicide)
b) I'm in the hospital (regular or mental)
c) I've gone catatonic (and Sparky may or may not notice)
NO NOOSE IS GOON GNUS. IF ANYBODY KNOWS DA WHEREWITHALS OF DA BUFF AND HOW TO GET 'IM BACK, SPILL DA BEANS, COS DIS BIRDY CANNAE LIVE WIDOUBT HYMN, LIKE!
AND IN UDDER GNUS...
BUFF, WHERE ARE YA? AIN'T NO SUBLIME SINCE YER GONE. A-HA... A-HA