I dreamed someone was attacking me over and over with a knife, while dodging the knife stabs the attacker would be biting me to an excessively painful level, I wonder if I was crying out in my sleep, it was that intense. I found this more interesting when I woke up and realized my brother had just had his ACL replacement surgery this morning. I called him and he said he was scared as hell after being brought into the O.R. and viewing the palettes of cutlery and surgical machinery, but everything went well, he's currently dosed on Vicodin and should be able to walk again in a couple weeks.
I'm out of 5-HTP, my depression smashing placebo. I feel very alone right now.
My camera's batteries are dead, I've had no photos of anything to put up here recently. So here's an older one:
I desire death, I long for the glories it shall provide. I also desire to drink deeply of the experiential subtleties of life. The time here is but a drop in the ocean and shall be cherished by me 'til darkness comes to take me away.
