Sunday, November 23, 2008
I wrote this in my journal this morning.
It's 3.10 am and I've just woken up from what I believe is a mild form of sleep apnea. I never used to wake up like this in the past. Granted I'd always wake up due to my bladders very limited capacity, but never so desperately or, some nights, painfully. Thankfully, unlike a bathroom calling, this doesn't occur every night. Hence the use of the word mild. the only reason I can theorize is that it's my subconscious minds futile attempt at trying to put myself out of my misery.

I've decided that if I can't control the size of my body, I will at least control the shape. Although, that could be equally as destructive. Say if I tried to contort into a really extreme position


like shown, just randomly and without taking time to practice, a spinal snap might be a nice little result.

However, I'm not that stupid. Reckless? Yes. Impatient? Very. But I really need to make amends with time if I ever want to be stress free. I hate time almost as much as I do people. I hate that it takes so much time to configure Tony (my iPhone) and Babycakes (my mp3 player)


As of 1.00 this afternoon I realized that things MIGHT just start looking up. I might not have to go see that horrible Doctor Fisher anymore. I did dance at this news. Yes.


It's been over 24 hours I've been messing around with my music. There is just no end.
Pans Labyrinth is keeping me company. Then after that, Ghost>33

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