Saturday, February 07, 2004

I have to leave for work in about 45 minutes. I have to go there, and cook food for people I will never see. I feel like I'm working for about 38cents a day in indonesia or something. For the most part it all seems like an illusion. I'm not there most days. I'm physically there, but my mind is someplace else. I don't know how I manage to do that. I bet it could withstand tortore for a long time. Though I do scream like a girl when ever I smash my toe or something.

I havn't written anything extensive in here since I went on my medication. In retrospect it doesn't seem like that big of a deal now. Like, I didn't ever really need to be on them. But, which is probably the case is that they're working, so I don't think I need them. Maybe I should take them every other day so I can get impression that they're doing something. Bad idea probably.

Last few months all I've wanted to do was sit in my house and vedge out, but recently I've been getting restless and being more productive. I'm at least going out on the weekends and hanging out at the bar. Though not helping my liver, I don't feel as confined. I want to start going to some club events again. I keep meaning to go to this one on tuesdays that my friend spins at, but I keep forgetting.

Hunger has stricken, good day for now.

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