So I thought I was down for the count

Two days of no sleep, hit myself with a bunch of sedatives when I got home, laid in bed and waiting. Nothing's happening. I'm still awake, just incredibly delirious, now. I just got out a secret stash of super happy fun pills that are capsules with 3/4 valium and 1/4 xanax. I like to just pour a little salt pile of it on my hand and lick it off. Mer and I used to put it on each other and lick it off when we would use it to cure our cracked out states of minds.

Now I wait. The cat sleeps beside me, also waiting. Waiting for me to fall asleep, so that he can wake up and figure out a new way to dig his claws into my body through the blankets, his "way of getting comfortable." Whatever, he's a malicious fucker who likes to wake me up.

Evil cat.

I can't wait to wake up tomorrow, I have this really neat feeling about life.

-Sean