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
Arf, arf?
