I slept all day because I couldn’t stand the torture of being awake.
I may also get a new keyboard. This German one is pretty shitty. Lots of spelling mistakes, very uncomfortable, lots of effort.
The torture of life.
I guess I’ll go back to bed. Mom will wake up, I’ll say hi to her, and I’ll sleep for the night. I’ll take a little less propranolol tomorrow which causes depression (thanks doctors, thanks, a little late on that one! fuck fuck fuck!) and we’ll see.
Or gangster racing rinks.
Or angel clocks.
Or tea dust.
Sure like hell we will.