a friend wants me to come over for some smokage...and just to leave the house. she called about 4 hours ago to invite me, called again 5 minutes ago to threaten me with severe bodily harm if I don't show. My goddaughter is apparently asking for me.
How sad...is that I have not moved off this futon between those phone calls.
I've decided I am taking myself off the pain meds. All this vicodin is making me sick, I know it. Besides, when I take that, I can't take my sleeping meds, or my anxiety meds. Tonight, I want sleep, real sleep.
had a craving for tuna salad earlier, so I made some, and it made me feel sick and icky. my stomach has not yet recovered.
I had a dream last night/this morning when I finally fell asleep.
I dreamt that I peeled off all my skin, and replaced it with plasticine.
This thought continues to fascinate me, perhaps more than it should. I mean, could this not be possible? If not plasticine, then some sort of plastic polymer blend. We can make artificial everything else. So why can't I have new skin?
so much to say, I guess maybe I ought to save some of this for my LJ.
just listening to music and trying to make that feeling in my stomach go away.
oh yeah, and I added a few more pictures to my pics section. maybe a few more later on, if I get motivated.
I have to go live vicariously through other people's children since I will never have any of my own...
I leave you with this...
Shattered
Tired, beaten, worn down and tattered
Can you-even hear hear me?
What do you expect out of me
I'm being buried alive and screaming
Can't you see - Can't you see me ?
I've been stayin' high...
And I've been feelin' sorry
For myself
And I've been resurrecting my
Fortress to protect myself
How sad...is that I have not moved off this futon between those phone calls.
I've decided I am taking myself off the pain meds. All this vicodin is making me sick, I know it. Besides, when I take that, I can't take my sleeping meds, or my anxiety meds. Tonight, I want sleep, real sleep.
had a craving for tuna salad earlier, so I made some, and it made me feel sick and icky. my stomach has not yet recovered.
I had a dream last night/this morning when I finally fell asleep.
I dreamt that I peeled off all my skin, and replaced it with plasticine.
This thought continues to fascinate me, perhaps more than it should. I mean, could this not be possible? If not plasticine, then some sort of plastic polymer blend. We can make artificial everything else. So why can't I have new skin?
so much to say, I guess maybe I ought to save some of this for my LJ.
just listening to music and trying to make that feeling in my stomach go away.
oh yeah, and I added a few more pictures to my pics section. maybe a few more later on, if I get motivated.
I have to go live vicariously through other people's children since I will never have any of my own...
I leave you with this...
Shattered
Tired, beaten, worn down and tattered
Can you-even hear hear me?
What do you expect out of me
I'm being buried alive and screaming
Can't you see - Can't you see me ?
I've been stayin' high...
And I've been feelin' sorry
For myself
And I've been resurrecting my
Fortress to protect myself
witchhunter:
We could replace our skin, but we lack the technology to make something that does everything it does in the same amount of space.
hellcatjustine:
we have the technology. of this I have no doubt. it's just never been applied to this purpose before.