Good morning.
As I'd mentioned earlier, I did it again - drug binge, crashed for 17 hours (or 18, academic really), then stayed up all night doing MXE and watching Cloud Atlas not once, nor twice, but Three Times.
My wife is helping me get my shit together, like editing my CV, getting a to-do list sorted, she even proposed we go out to a shooting range today and let off a few sprays of the good ole AK but I told her, sans-smile, that if anybody put a gun in my hand the only target i'd be going for would be my temple. Bless my beautiful lady.
I feel so very, very, painfully far from reality, normality, and all that is good. Somebody sing an Elton John song out loud just for me, please, I beg you.
I'm wondering what the fuck to do to make it through the rest of the day. It's 10am, just come down from my umpteenth anal injection of MXE, no intention of sleep. I curse the Gods for having had my heroin connection disappear on me yesterday, otherwise I'd be fucking sorted. One shot one kill, get on with your life, knock the psychs on the head, another shot in the evening, and hey presto my body-clock would be back on track and so would my mind.
PS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA