pica_pica

I have a milk and cookie hangover.

Its been 2 days, 11 hours, 43 minutes, 35 seconds, 4 pints of homogenized milk and 6 large chocolate chip cookies since any form of nicotine has been put into my body. Thats 59 hours, but Im not counting. I ate cookie after cooookie while watching the shining last night. Not scary. I wasn't scared. I sure as hell was the first time I saw it when I was a kid, but meh. it's kinda lost it's luster over the years. That and I get sick of Jack Nicholson trying to act like Christian Slater all the time. another cookie please. Redrum Redrum.

I had a fitful sleep again last night. Nightsweats soaking me badly this time, but also a delirium accompanying them so I was unable for the longest time to actually get out of their damp grasp because I just wasnt conscious enough to realize it or to muster the strength to get out of it.

Finally, the wet sheets around my body got cold and once when I moved over on top of them, the shock woke me up enough to actually sit up and turn on the light. It looked like somebody had poured a bottle of water over my body while I slept. Dark wet green in the shape of my body. Gross. kick the dog off his side of the bed. I slid over onto that side of the bed, it was still dry.

Then I finally fell asleep again, and I saw a pair of shadows hovering on the edges of my infidelity meadow. I dont come here much in my dreams. Ive almost forgotten what it looked like, but here I was again, it just didnt seem to hold much power to me last night though.

I was like:

ah fuckit. Whatever. Go on through

And I rolled over.