September 22, 2011
September 22 , Thursday
I have clothes(!!) Thanks to my friend in Portland. It's hard to live out of a backpack for a month, In case you haven't tried it.Thanks, Man!
I saw a new doctor in Waco yesterday, who upped my dosage of Lyrica to 200 MG, my Wellbutrin to 150, and gave me (yet another) goddamned anti-inflamitory drug called Sulindac, which sure, I'm willing to try even though I'm fairly sure it's just going to make me bleed from under my skin all the fuck over till I resemble more of a Smurf than a human, just` like the last one.
I've been up for 2 hours now, and the yoga stretches+coffee+Daily show have put me in less of a hellish mood, thank bob. I feel like too tight rubber bands pulled between really brittle sticks in the morning. Imagine one of those artists human-figure-drawing -aide- thingies that's just all crumpled up.
I was bored the other` day, and made poi out of old socks and tennis balls, and started spinning with those. There's no fire on them yet, but that's because Texas is drier than a nun's vag right now, and I don't want to start fire. Soon, though, Soon.
I wonder if there's anyone in Waco who does fire spinning??
I have to finish filling out this paper work for the shrink, so.. yea. That's what I'll do.